Heavy fog and light rain all day. Temperature stuck in the low 50Fs.
A day spent entirely in the potato fields. The foreman, boss and I loaded up the caravan of tractors and van-- headed back up to the hill top fields.
500lbs of potatoes were planted today. Laid out all six varieties down the field rows, then raked the dirt back over the trenches.
The fog became so dense by noon I couldn't see the other end of the field, much less the trees 100ft away from me.
All the potatoes are now in the ground. The foreman stood in silent fury, when the boss tore up with the tractor all the markers set to indicate the placement of different potato types. We replaced the markers with lengths of plastic house siding, we chopped them up into lengths and wrote the potato name-- then sunk them into the corresponding rows.
Long, repetitive day. Time for a shower and clothes not caked in mud.
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