finally making himself useful
As usual, I'm having a tough time with the farming. I'm just not very good at it, I'm afraid. This year it's the drought that got me: I ought to have overcome my resistance to watering when faced with no rain for weeks at a time (well, not counting brief thunderstorms). The heavy rains of spring were also a factor. Oh well, it's all a learning experience.
One thing I am managing nearly to my satisfaction, however, is the weeding. In the garden, that is; some of the more distant perennial beds have been left pretty much to their own devices. If no vegetables are going to grow, at least I can keep things tidy so I can admire my dusty gray dirt! This morning I was working in the little corner where the fence is still extant and Harvey wasn't happy with being on the other side of the fence and ignored. So, in true parental fashion, I gave him a job! Instead of tossing the weeds the three-four feet into the wheelbarrow I gave each bunch to him, and he toddled over to very carefully deposit them on the growing pile. He loves that wheelbarrow anyways, for some reason, so the job was right up his alley. I could have done without the whining cries he produced if no further weeds were immediately available when he got back to the fence, but hey! baby steps.