Pop, pop, pop... Here they are the first of the brassicas making their appearance. Cauliflower and broccoli to be more transparent. The smell of fresh dirt is thick in the entryway of our home, my makeshift greenhouse, made possible with the patience of my wife and my son's skills at serial wiring(well he is getting there with some gentle guidence). We have trees in the living room and little plant pots everywhere. Even the asparagus seed I planted are peeking out of the soil(that was a long wait). Spring is creeping in.
Oops, the tiller.... A fall project long forgotten and scantly remembered. I managed to break the throttle arm mid summer and had been meaning to fix that. Right. Needless to say, on this warm day it sounds like a job to tackle in eager anticipation of the coming season. Just as a precaution I had better rig it up and give her a pull. Sputter, spit, cough, ugh, fire not. Try as I might it won't idle and is giving me the nnn-nn-nnn of a sticky carburetor not to mention the smell of the gasoline dripping out of the now burst fuel line. At least I checked it out earlyish. So parts manual and schematics in hand the tear down begins in earnest. I do so love to study the exploded view of things; a childhood obsession with tearing things down and building them back up again that has never left me. Gas tank off, throttle disassembled, carburetor torn down, belts checked, tines cleaned, oil changed, tires aired, spark plug out, parts list and numbers in hand, the order is made. Now can we put Humpty Dumpty back together again? Just need to wait on the parts. Feels like this pot will never boil.