Dear Farm Journal,
Well, my fear of heights hasn’t diminished, but we do seem to be getting better at greenhouse construction. Nonetheless, I’m glad this will wrap up our aerial affairs (for the time being). This greenhouse seems taller to me, even though Rufus swears it’s the same height. The second we picked up the roll of plastic, the steadfast wind picked up as well. Up the ladders with mud slicked boots, endure some light teasing, pull, push a vision of free falling from my mind, pull, readjust, pull some more, and finally wiggle it all in. Since we have closed the farm to visitors to limit exposure, it really is just the two of us. Cooperation and humor are key.