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Corner of the Yard



I had a little help with our garden today. These two young ladies like doing most anything that requires getting dirty, or allows them to play with worms, or having a chance sighting of a garden mole. This afternoon, we dug one up, and it wouldn't do until I had captured the fuzzy little bugger in my cap for further study.



We worked the soil together, me making sure nobody loses a toe or finger to the hoe, or ruins a foot with the garden claw. Safety first. We had a few disagreements over who got to use what, so I made them take turns.

We planted a few hills of squash and cucumber, some Cherokee purple tomatoes, plus bell and cayenne peppers. In another location we will plant watermelons. Hopefully some of the plants will make it to adulthood. I have a tendency to kill things. I've always had a brown thumb, except when it comes to weeds.


Now I'm sitting on the patio, resting my back and swollen knees. Getting old sucks. I never thought I'd see the day when I would have to hold on to a fence and have my kids try to help me up.

Man, how times flies. Blink and ten years  have gone by. I'll be a grandad soon. I hope that I can still do this by the time he/she gets old enough to do things out in the yard. Better start taking better care of my dern self now.




The quiet of afternoon gives me time to reflect on what we have accomplished, and gives me some inspiration and ideas for projects to work on in the coming days. 

Right now, the wind is blowing through the trees, and in the west, storms are moving in for Easter Sunday. I'd better enjoy the quiet, and this last bit of sunshine for a while.




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