Like the Deserts Miss the Rain

There's very little to be said when things take this long (gestures Sonofspamingly at my B Favre area). Oh and the trees in the back are dead. More on that later. Anyways, here's the update on my irrigation water since our 7/9/2024 post. As you'll recall, I had my work

Homestead Update

RTD made a joke of me because, like the United States, I'm a crumbling superpower who can't get the infrastructure up to speed. For those who've not been keeping up with MEEEEEEEE, our April 30 post ended with a simple, "So the dirt;s all prepped. We'll wait a couple weeks

Trim and Grade

So we have flood irrigation here in Arizona. That's where we left off last time. That's the prologue. I'm not going to get into the deal about the finer points of the irrigation in Arizona. Water flows downhill. We ain't got no water. The native americans actually had it all dialed

About a Hole

As much as I enjoy taking everyone through a long meandering journey about my years surviving in the modern american desert -- where you all blast but, statistically, are moving to in droves unless you've got the guts to spend your twilight era in fucking International-To-The-Point-Of-Relentlessly-Corrupt-And-UnAmerican Florida1 -- because, honestly,