Landon spent most of yesterday atop the tractor, sweating bullets in the late-May heat.  With my computer on my lap, I’m reminded of the sort of heat machinery can give off.  It’s hard to imagine the degrees emitted by that giant engine.  (Although his sweat-drenched Red Sox hat gave me a pretty good idea.)

Thanks to Landon’s “sweat equity”, the fields are now (almost) ready for their first planting.  We’re putting down buckwheat to suppress all the tall grasses currently dominating our future vegetable beds.  If Landon and I are the mob bosses, buckwheat’s our muscle.  Muscle with pretty flowers.