Sunday, April 30, 2006
Yesterday, while I took Hunter to his baseball game, I left Mark with orders to get our garden ready to plant. Last year, we planted some tomatoes in a little patch of grass just outside our back door and fully expected them to die. Of course, they were already half dead when we planted them (which doesn't help) but you never can tell with Mother Nature and we decided to give her the benefit of a doubt. Well those little shriveled, dried up tomato plants grew and grew and grew and left us with more tomatoes than we knew what to do with. Anyway, because of our giant tomato success, we decided to dig up the entire patch this year and plant a real garden, complete with watermelon, pumpkins, sunflowers and much, much more.
So Mark, with the help of his sidekick, Denver, pulled out the cultivator he got for Christmas and went to work, turning the soil and digging out large rocks here and there. Before he started Mark knew he was going to have to battle the remains of a tree stump, sitting firmly in the middle of our soon-to-be garden patch. We had discussed the little problem and had decided that a bird bath would sit nicely in the middle of the garden patch and cover up the unsightly stump. Well, that was all nice and good until the roots of the stump started interfering with the cultivator and the digging process. At that point it was no longer just a matter of turning the soil and prepping the garden. Mark declared war on the stump and wasn't going to quit until that darned thing was removed from our happy little garden patch.
Well, several hours of heavy labor and a chainsaw later, we had a tree stump and one completely exhausted but thoroughly satisfied Daddy and sidekick, Denver. Way to show that root who's boss, boys!
posted by Shana # 9:52 AM 
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