From Philly to a farm: The adventures of two urban transplants learning to live in a 150-year-old farmhouse in Germansville, PA.
So, there's a stream in the little woods behind our house. We like going to the woods, but carrying a 2-year-old across the stream, via a "bridge" of a couple of large stones, to get to the main part of the woods, was becoming less and less fun. So, Evan decided to build a bridge.
This project had the good fortune of not taking twice as much time as we planned. In fact, pretty much all of it went as planned!
First, Evan measured the width of the stream, got wood, and built the frame in the shed/ garage:

Then we loaded the frame and pieces for the walkway of the bridge in our old truck, drove everything down to the woods, and carried the pieces into the woods and scrutinized where to put it, exactly.
We settled on a position; lugged all the pieces in place; and then Evan drilled the rest of it together.

Voila! Now Nate has a bridge that he can throw sticks off of. And I don't have to worry about falling face-first in the mud while trying to carry him across the stream...
This blog post is for everybody (Christine, Jen, and anybody else!) who I recently told about the spinach that I planted last fall, which survived the winter. I took this picture a few weeks ago, and the spinach -- nestled among some straw, which I put down as mulch last fall -- didn't look too bad.

In the past few weeks, the spinach has rebounded even more; I have a few patches of it growing in the garden, and some kind of wild critters ate some that was in an unfenced area.
As well, in the past few days I spied new growth -- finally, the peas that I sowed the weekend before St. Patrick's Day are starting to appear.
It seems like it's been a chilly spring, and right now it's wet and cold outside. But the temperature is supposed to go up this weekend, and I hope to finally get out in the garden and enjoy it...!