Wood Chips and Daffodils

Phil brought down wood chips, donated by the last road crew that came by. The tractor easily carried load after load, and the incredible soggy mess of rain-drenched, manured hay is now covered with good carbonaceous material, that will compost eventually and form beautiful humus.

The boys, Phil, and I spent a solid six hours planting daffodils. We have only about 700 more bulbs (after we planted about 1400 today!), and we finished all three newly plowed swales.

The boys again amused me with their independent planting styles. Abraham stood up straight, and would "secretly" stock up bulbs in his hand so he would be ready to drop them in the holes. He would drop them from his waist level, so they would frequently flip in midair, and land upside down. Isaiah would lounge, elbow on the swale, pushing a pile of bulbs in front of him. He would use a funny-shaped bulb to plop the others into the holes.

Jadon plants just like me: he focuses enough that I never have to remind him to keep his mind on his work. He planted twice as much as his brothers. He's a good boy. And an excellent tree-climber.