Till- do it's part...

I decided that this is the year to plant a garden. My family is important to me and I want the best, freshest, most nutritionist produce for them. I'm no English major...can ya tell? So in preparation, my neighbor offered to lend me his rototiller. I took him up on this offer today because after all....it was beautiful outside. Who would want to be couped up inside after a week of dreary weather?!?! He brought it to my mailbox. I stared at it. I admit...the thing looked intimidating. It was much larger then the one that my brother chased at about 6 years old. So he showed me the 8 steps it took to start it....explained it was an automatic...and how to put it in drive gear....and cut it off. Great! I can do this! I finished washing the cars. Finally I put everything away to head in the back yard with this large piece of machinery that I swear one should have a licence to use. " I told Kalee to stand by with the phone and reminded her how to dial 9-1-1 just in case. We also had a refresher course on stop, look, and listen before you cross the street...you know, just in the event I needed the neighbor to watch the kids while the ambulance rushed me to the hospital. She and Bear were happily caged in the trampoline...in case I too had a run-a-way. I got all my bases covered!

As I return to the rototiller...I stared at it....circled it....trying to figure out how to start it again. I casually check the mailbox and blurt "Hey Russ I don't wanna screw this up would you remind me how to start it again?" Thankfully he chuckled and started it for me. I got it in the back yard and discovered it was rather easy to use. I only planned on doing about a 4x10 area....but hey, this was making the job easy as pie...mud pie. The moist cold dirt felt great between my toes...until I saw a bug....and a worm...and a worm with a million legs. I quickly discovered bugs lived in dirt. Yes I tilled barefoot, I did not want dirt in my shoes...so I slipped on my flip flops! Blame the OCD. It was safe. The rear tiller thingies had a guard on it. That thing did great. I had it set to less then 4 inches and found some tree roots and a sprinkler head. Hey nobody warned me to look for those! I couldn't figure out what the other thing was...but I found a yellow cap loose in the dirt. (my theory is to blog about it now and when Max discovers it I can say "Oh sorry Babe, I thought I told you about that already")

Now I get to remove all the grass clumps and make "mountains and valleys" as I used to call it as a child. My Dad always told me to not step on ____....and for the life of me I could never remember what ___ was. So to only do half wrong I would step one foot in the valley and one on the mountain. I think I'll plant the seeds on the mountains...and if everything dies this year I'll do the valleys next time... I'll keep you posted on what color my thumb is. I'm hoping since I can't cook I can garden. I gotta be good at something other then producing milk.

So that 4x10 turned into....umm....well.....who measures anyway?

After today I consider myself "well rounded"...not because I tilled my yard...because I just ate 1/2 a bag of salt water taffy while typing this blog...to please my readers...Thanks guys!!!!