Our First Day as Farmers


| 6/7/2013 11:14:34 AM


Pauline HyltonThe sun beat down on our happy heads.

“Everything ready to go, Tom?” He made last minute adjustments to the magic green machine. 

“I reckon.”

My friend Miriam and I stood on rocks at the edge of the white plastic. The orange tractor pulled ahead, plastic rolling out the back like toilet paper off the roll. 

“Look at that! Yay!” Miriam shouted. 



That marked the first day we felt like farmers. Our “super-duper-raised-bed-builder” shoveled red clay into a 8-inch raised bed, laid irrigation tape, blanketed it all in white plastic, and shoveled enough dirt on the plastic to hold it in place.