We took the weekend to scout locations for kiwi and to complete some fence details for our crew. After the logistics were complete we set to work chipping and preparing our timber chestnut plot for enclosure and mulching to slow down the canary grass.
Up to now we let the grass grow tall as it seems to protect the little trees from sunburn and encouraged them to grow straight from the competition. Now under cardboard and wood chips it should break down and give nutrients to the soil. We added jingle bells to the trees in hopes that it will spook the deer until we return to finish the job and enclose the little area with a bit of fence. Trees require long term thinking.
I looked up while gathering deadfall limbs and prunings to see L chipping at a steady pace. After weeks of back pain she is doing better but I don’t trust her stoicism. I said “let me get that” twenty or more times. I’m over protective, my brother calls it “mama bear”.
Having a partner who wants the same goals is amazing. I feel lucky. Seeing her chipping away gave me a rush of love, appreciation, and a feeling that this farm could have easily been a one sided venture where one of us wanted it more than the other and the other was just going along with it all.
The list is slowly getting checked off. The line items that take multiple weekends to finish stare back at me in protest, or is it defiance? There’s that gate to be built and I need to figure out how to make a circle… not because it is necessary but because it will please her.