Today, I decided to head down to the farm and help Matthew plant his garden. I packed a few beers and the new drone, then set off south. When we tried to start the rototiller borrowed from Auntie Marianne, we pulled and pulled until it finally sputtered to life, though it didn’t sound great.
Matthew managed one pass down the garden before the connecting rod broke and punched a hole in the crankcase, rendering the tiller useless. Fortunately, he had sprayed the garden a couple of weeks ago and had managed to work the soil last night.
We grabbed the seeds and began planting (with a beers along the way). Now, it’s up to Mother Nature!
