A time to plant

It has finally warmed up to the point that I decided it was time to work up the garden and get some dirt under my fingernails. I let the boys do some of the manly work, mainly wrapping their hands around the handles of an old Montgomer Ward rototiller that does a fine job of tilling up the soil if you can handle the obnoxious thing. It weighs about a million pounds and is self propelled. Once the garden is worked up a little, it works well, but if you're working up sod or hard soil, it's debatable whether or not the actually tilling is done by the tiller or the two furrows made by your feet as you try to dig in to keep the the tiller from dragging you across the yard.

The girls helped do the planting, which thus far consisted of onions, beets, carrots, radishes, and potatoes. We'll wait a week or two before putting in the warm weather crops.

Some folks talk about the size of chicken brains and their knowledge to get in out of the rain. I couldn't help but observe that while we were laboring under the warm April sun, they managed to find a place in the shade to relax and watch.