A spadeful of earth, another and yet another, jumping onto the spade’s blade with both feet, cutting out big pieces of soil overgrown with grass, each piece gets manually flipped over, grass down, soil heavenwards. The birth of my rhubarb, potato and green stuff field. Size will be twelve meters length and twelve meters width in the end, I will add sand and horse manure and have a fence around the field, to keep the sheep out, and all epicurean hares. After all, I’m about to grow stuff, rhubarb will be first in line, followed by potatoes, turnips and herbs.
Building the fence will be a team effort taking place in the coming days, timber piles, wire mesh, gate, all planned, with a big help from friends. Eivind, Poul Johannes, my husband Francesco. Without these guys, we wouldn’t be drinking homemade rhubarb lemonade soon, eat homegrown potatoes, maybe I will try some berries, too, and beetroots; protection against wind will be essential for the plants, and to keep digging, and magnesium before I go to bed tonight, being carried away, heavy-legged, by sweet green dreams.