Farmer E

E wants to be a farmer when she grows up. Consequently, she helps her dad out in the yard quite a bit. Marmot Dad has been using a level outside while he builds our garden raised beds and cold frames (I love to see a man using a circular saw). E was fascinated with the level today. Word is, she took the level and checked everything in sight to see if it was plumb and tidy. The picnic bench? "Nope." The play house? "Nope." The bags of peat moss sitting on the porch? "These are just fine," she reports. 

Whew. I couldn't sleep at night if I knew our peat moss was out of alignment.