The Winner Guy

We're so beat around here.  We've been going mach 90 from one project to another, and still, I look around and see a million things un-done, half done or not started.  We planted 150 strawberry plants, a smallish garden, irrigated the orchard, re-creased next to the trees in the orchard, irrigated again, planted a small grass field south of the garden, fixed leaks, homeschool, dentist appointments, animal care, etc., etc., etc.

Such is life on the farm . . . especially without a "guy" go help out.  That's what the big growers call their help.  As in, "Mr. Blahdeeblah is going to send over a guy to help with such and such."  or  "We only have one guy right now."  or "I have two guys helping with weed fabric tomorrow."

We ARE The Help.  We ARE "the guy."   So I guess you could say that we MADE a guy.  Our "Guy," is Burt Reynolds.  He is only good at one thing, scaring birds out of the garden.  Actually he's not really that great at that job, but we'll take what we can get . . . he's better than NO guy.