Our apartment had a hose but no connector or nozzle.  But a little ingenuity goes a long way - making a nozzle so I can water my babies.

Back in Palo Alto and first things first (from the bottom):

Mixed Lettuce (x3), radishes (x2), carrots (x2), beets (x2) + a small herb garden

Farm work is dirty - my summer internship as told by my jeans:

Field work (brown), tractor work (black), construction and painting (orange/white), plumping (purple/blue), 3 months working outside (soaked pant legs).

Half way through the summer, one of our farmers stumbled upon 150+ tomato plants being given away - I had some extra time one weekend so I transplanted any that could be saved and trellised them in the greenhouse.

A month later, we’ve got cherries and romas selling strong at the stand :)

Hand transplanting a field of  brassicas, one plant at a time.

Quick bite before I dug out a trench for a handwashing station.

A man and his dog.

I spent my days off learning important life skills around the valley - me and skip, earning my cowboy rights.

Advanced Attack Kitty Training with Lars.

As we were putting in a bypass for the irrigation system, we broke one of the pipes in the pump house and ended up having to redo the entire thing.

Our new pump house, twice as effecient as the old system - Joe now knows plumbing.