Spotted in the wild: The elusive Urban Cowboy FarmerHAPPY BIRTHDAY to the man who orchestrates the chaos that is our life. May your day be as delightfully absurd as your Shorts+boots+Stetson (fashion trifecta for tilling soil)Like our gardens, you grow greener & unruly in the best way. Cheers to my Garden Gigolo for making our lives blossom despite the occasional manure.Heres to embracing the harvest & to another year of cultivating the things we love (and maybe a few vegetables ?)*Disclaimer (since hes gonna kill me for posting this) Not a selfie – I ambushed him with a disposable camera when we first started rehabbing, and were confronted with having to dig ourselves out of gardens buried in 30 years of neglect.Just engaged, naive and overwhelmed with new 25 acre dilapidated camp.We wanted to grow something. We didnt know what or how.We just started digging.Still are.- dont know what well find next, but theres nobody else Id rather dig with.HBD my #HortiHunk #CowboyCultivator
