To recent visitors: the title refers to a method of keeping track of tasks for the week, and imposing a little order on the kitchen table, where all the unwanted paper coming into the house winds up. To long-time guests: no. This has not helped to keep the table clear. They keep sending more.

Week July 21:
Sun: water: sow parsnips; repot rosemary; store Garlic
Mon: cool? Steve to build buck pen & bushhog; till T-2: prune Basil: level M-7, sow Fall greens: strip Basil
Tues: AM, level T-2 : Basil to Tricia’s; pick up masa; PM  set sweet potatoes, peppers, late eggplant
Wed: AM: water: to Mother’s; PM -Turner Farm, tortilla WS
Thurs: haul water; water; set sp’s & ep’s
Fri: Market prep

A break from the heat (90, i/0 94) let us work on the buck’s pen, so he can be left out for a while. Some sorry hired work last year left sags and gaps, tempting to a determined Nobel, when there are does in heat. Last season, kidding ran from December 27 to March 23, making it time-consuming and fraught with worry. This year instead of letting him run with the flock, I will turn each doe in with him when she’s cycling. Being sure when she’s covered will let me plan for kidding, and (I hope) target for a shorter period.

Hard work plus a lot of sweat: a stout new corner to Nobel's pen. Wish the picture showed how that post is set 32" in the ground!

It’s not finished: the morning was taken up by some catchup barn carpentry – oh heck, not to put too fine a point on it, having to nail back  a section of siding that Nobel managed to butt loose in an escape plot. But one more solid post like the one at left, and we can place a single tight stretch of woven wire that he’s less likely to challenge. If it takes a whole morning next week, Steve may at least have an afternoon to get on the tractor!

A Tomato Hornworm Moth, dying as shown by ragged wings and feeble wingstrokes

This Present from God appeared while raking rows for chile peppers in plot T-2. I suppose I should have killed it – the caterpillars have been destructive this year – but by morning light it seemed just a mother fulfilling her duty to her kind. Anyway from her condition I judged the eggs were already laid!


Old, serviceable right front tire, mended, aired up and ready to roll

Last, thanks to Jeff, a newly-met neighbor and friend, for putting the right front tire on the 440 in working order: finally! There is no way to express the satisfaction and comfort this tractor represents, except to say that a whole bunch of work once left undone is now – safely, surely and beautifully – getting done. In coming weeks, look for before-and-after pictures of clean mowed pasture!
 Sentimentalize about wild Nature all you want, but there must be something deeply human in the recognition of and desire for order.

Two levels of order and beauty, human and natural, the practical and the fractal