Tuesday, March 27, 2012


Last week I found myself chatting on the phone with my mom a few times.
We talked about the glorious and ridiculous mid-March weather, and she was telling me about her gardening adventures and progress and then, (maybe waiting in vain for me to return the volley with a few gardening tales of my own?) after a pause she asked me if I was feeling depressed.  This happened twice, I think, and on the afternoon of the second phone call, a man and his portable rototiller showed up in my yard.
 If there actually was any gardening-induced depression, it's now gone.
 After watching my seven-year-old wrestle the rototiller through the soil, it might be time to invest in one of my own.
(Thanks, Dad!)


Aaron H. said...

that little machine is awesome. much easier to handle than the regular ones.

Smilin' sunshine said...

Awww...what a great dad you have!

LL said...

Your dad and the boy.
and your mom for caring enough to send the very best.

ellen said...

Depressed? Maybe you need a weekend away with an awesome Middle Day.

Jo Jo said...

Yeah for Dad! What a nice thing to do. Glad the weather is springy, your garden is springy, and Dad is springy.