happy happy

It makes me so happy

to look out the window

and see freshly tilled dirt!

Although, this

is more accurately what I see.....

(we decided to keep the garden where we originally put it)

Of course,
I'll be even happier
to see
food
growing out there!

* * *

The tiller always make me think of Tony....

We were pretty broke when we moved out here;

the other house hadn't sold yet

so we were still making payments on both properties

and paying double utilities.

After researching tillers,

we really wanted to buy one with rear tines

but those are the expensive kind...

So,

Tony - 13 years old at the time - bought one for us!

Eventually the house sold and we paid him back.

But

when he bought it

it was a gift, he never expected to be paid back.

I can't use the tiller

without thinking of his love for us

and his generosity towards us.

~

I wanted to do some of the tilling yesterday.

I figured it'd be a twofer;

I could also count it as my exercise for the day.

Silly me

I was remembering my tilling with a front-tine tiller days.

Boy, you really have to manhandle those!

Tilling with this tiller

doesn't even qualify as a workout.

~

Thanks, Tony!

And thank-you, Tyler

for making this year

The Year of the Garden.

I love you