So we planted a garden.
And spent 9,000 hours yanking white top out of the ground.
And tree roots.
And starts of the maples.
And those weird trees with red soft cone-shaped things.
Then we hauled it all away in the oldest running truck in the universe. My Grandpa Fugal has had this truck since before my dad was born. And it can haul a lot of branches. A. LOT.
I planted a bunch of stuff and have been unreasonably concerned about the amount of water going on the dirt.
It's sortof awesome - and terrifying. I feel like we spent a small fortune (like $100) getting this garden going, and for the first time I actually care - a lot - if it turns out or not. I'll be sad if we don't get anything.
So if you get bored, come on over, pull some weeds, and baby my squash, would you?