Posted on: November 15, 2021 Posted by: admin Comments: 0

Filling the gap

This last week defiantly didn’t go as planned. We were suppose to get some livestock moved, some more ground prepped and our Operation Market Gardener (OMG) Primer first draft finished. Instead livestock shipping got cancelled for lack of equipment, my beloved and I couldn’t agree on the placement of our next bed and I identified some significant flaws in the OMG model layout. I did get the compost pile mixed and graded a bit, before the chickens climbed back in and destroyed it. But beyond that, between kids with the flu and weather not cooperating it seemed all was doomed.

Had to level the compost after adding our Halloween Pumpkins. The chickens destroying it 2 minutes later not shown.

Then I received a call informing me that my oldest battle buddy who was in Pennsylvania visiting his children. For those that don’t know for veterans there are few things more important in your life than those that watched your back down range. Luckily for me both Chris and I have the same man to thank in that regard during my 2006-07 deployment to Iraq (1st ENG BN, “Always first”). So when we heard he was visiting family in PA and his wife was ill we came to offer what ever support we could. Thankfully by the time we arrived his beloved bride was OK and we had a great visit with him and his family. He graciously read the OMG Primer and helped me find a way forward with out me losing any more hair. We also relived some moments of our past, renewed friendships, and rejuvenated our souls before climbing in the car and driving home. It was totally worth the 24 day, despite what our bodies said the next morning.

Bananas and fig trees suffering the cold

As all of this “crazy” was happening the weather turned colder and our plants have suffered the inevitable from it. Which shows why we cut and covered the other Banana trees in the back. May you suffer the same fate as us. That when the weather turns bad you take time to reminisce with those that have bore your griefs and sorrows as battle buddies do.

Deven Little

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