Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Look at That Man Go

Ain't he somethin?

That was some hard packed clay soil, people. It is now ready for some fine tilling with the Troy-built, which, theoretically I should be able to handle.

I'm going to keep that husband of mine around, though. He is a super-nice guy and I like him.


Money Funk said...

Its nice having a good man around. :)
Glad to have found your blog. We plan on living the country life in about 5 years. I can't wait!

*~tabby~* crooked heart art said...

hi meg
thanks for stopping by
i love the pic of the pansy too :)
can't wait to see your garden filled to the brim with good eats!
don't you just love the smell of fresh turned earth
enjoy your weekend
tabby :)

Heather said...

So is this the plot for your potager? Bless his heart for tilling it up for you! My man does the same thing (although he's also done most of the veggie planting over the last few years, too - I've kind of lost my taste for it for now). My first experience of using the tiller was not a good one - let's just say I ran over the fence with it. It was not pretty, and I've been scared of the stupid tiller ever since!

Meg said...

Money Funk: Thanks for visiting! You will love country life. Keep your eye on the prize : )

Tabby: I agree, fresh turned earth smells like patchouli to me. Some might not like that, but I do.

Heather: omg, yes, I knock things over with the tiller also. I have visions of me being dragged across the pasture, over the hill, and out of sight by the darned thing!