Garden is tilled. I'm about to plant my pole beans. The bush beans can wait a bit; I'm going to have to till it again to pulverize the damned ground ivy (which my tiller detests.) The trellis poles are up; I'm going to wait a bit to add the string. It looks quite cool if I do say so myself. :) Perhaps I shall take a picture.
I have two blisters on the palm of my right hand. And I am covered in dirt. I had to unclog the tiller quite a bit once I got to the ground ivy.
Also, I wonder how many people heard me singing The Foggy Dew while tilling? (It's on the Chieftans CD I picked up at Goodwill last week and I didn't even realize I was singing out loud.)
I have two blisters on the palm of my right hand. And I am covered in dirt. I had to unclog the tiller quite a bit once I got to the ground ivy.
Also, I wonder how many people heard me singing The Foggy Dew while tilling? (It's on the Chieftans CD I picked up at Goodwill last week and I didn't even realize I was singing out loud.)
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