Digging

The rain, rain, rain came down, down, down, and piglet started swimming... In the basement.

That is how it felt for several days this past week. Lots and lots of rain - not that I am complaining! It reminds me of home, and I love it! Scott's basement on the other hand does not. After many weeks of talking about it we finally took care of business once the sun decided to grace us with his presence. 

As the rain water drains off the house it doesn't have anywhere to go and just sits on the ground, seeping into the basement. We had to put extensions on the end of the down spouts and bury each one so the tractor wouldn't ruin them as we mowed.  

Digging in the thick NC clay is so much different than digging in the fertile grounds of Oregon. Add in the few inches of rain and we had some heavy, soggy clay to work with. The mud stuck to our boots and it felt like I was walking around with weights on my ankles. The picture below doesn't do it justice.

Caked on clay making it hard to walk. 

All in all we had 5 drains to dig out, add an extension and bury. I walked away with sun kissed cheeks, worked muscles and even a blister or two. Scott made out with a sun kissed head, splinters and a blister.  

Spring is right around the corner and I can't wait to start all sorts of projects! I already have my sights on pruning the peach trees next week in preparation for a bountiful summer harvest. Just call me Old McDonald - This farm is growing each week :)