With a high of mid 60s expected I got out early and hit the big box store for a suv load of soil, amendments etc., unfortunately they were wet and heavy, too heavy. I loaded them in the suv and it was a exhausting. Brought them home and then I wheel barreled them over to the two potato plots. I then tossed them over the little deer fence.
I broke out the tiller, ripped open the bags and tilled it all in. There was a layer of leaves that made the tilling more laborious. I took a hoe and made the furrows and the Mrs took pity on this old man and cut and placed the Yukon Golds and Northland Reds ... She even covered the ‘taters’. Metal knees means I’m just a bit awkward bending. No complaints I’m out there!
After everything was put away I ran the tiller until it ran out of gas. [I do this so the carb doesn’t get gunked up - works great with the snowblower too]. I sat in driveway in my favorite chair, listening to the tiller chug away, with the old pooch at my feet. Maybe I drifted off... maybe that explains my sun burnt face.
It was a great warm sunny day to be alive, retired and gardening. I think I could get used to this.
I broke out the tiller, ripped open the bags and tilled it all in. There was a layer of leaves that made the tilling more laborious. I took a hoe and made the furrows and the Mrs took pity on this old man and cut and placed the Yukon Golds and Northland Reds ... She even covered the ‘taters’. Metal knees means I’m just a bit awkward bending. No complaints I’m out there!
After everything was put away I ran the tiller until it ran out of gas. [I do this so the carb doesn’t get gunked up - works great with the snowblower too]. I sat in driveway in my favorite chair, listening to the tiller chug away, with the old pooch at my feet. Maybe I drifted off... maybe that explains my sun burnt face.
It was a great warm sunny day to be alive, retired and gardening. I think I could get used to this.
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