Goodness of hard work

My heart is full.  We spent today doing lovely together-things.  Like everyone putting away laundry!  And Isaac declaring, "I think the toilet is the most interesting thing in the bathroom to clean".  We uncovered our floors, need only to mop them (haha, as Ruby says, "that's for, like, every 3 months or something, right Mom?" Yes, but don't tell people that.) and then we dove into preparation for a great chicken day.  But that's for another day's telling.  The point is, my heart is full of the goodness of hard work beside the people I love.  

Putting the roof on our new woodshed.

I'm so proud of my husband.  He's the kind of man who works all day, drives down our driveway and almost before we realize he's arrived, he's changed into work boots (and a sleeves-cut-off t-shirt) and he's outside working.  So far this spring he's built an enormous woodshed (2 rooms, one for old wood, one for green), cut our giant sycamore tree completely into firewood, created a ginormous garden with 300 linear feet of deer fence (and way too many hand-dug post holes - evil clay), plowed and planted it (with help from his family crew!) - and this doesn't even count all the animal work he's done.  That's for another blog post.  I'm really proud of him.

Just after dropping the giant (dying) sycamore tree so we can start our new garden.

Playing in the tree - next morning I took the kids to the beach, he had the whole tree cut and stacked before we returned.

See where the tree stump is by the dog house?  The kids are relocating our fire pit and you can see the frame on the right of the pastured-poultry pen he built with the neighbor for the 30 broiler chickens we had in the barn.

Plowed and double-axle load of topsoil delivered.

I sawed these lattice boards and nailed them myself!!  Lettuces, dill, sweet peas and 2 cherry tomatoes inside.  These little boxes are for munching.  My goal with the lattice: peas that climb and protection from the chickens.

Sometimes the workers take a little break.

This is Anna in the tomato patch - we planted more than 50 tomato plants.  She's giving Jenny (the dog) an early morning garden tour.  We hoped dog-smell would make the deer afraid to taste our little green miracles until Daddy got the fence up.  Up there you see Jenny surveying a row of baby lima beans.