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!)
XO
that little machine is awesome. much easier to handle than the regular ones.
ReplyDeleteAwww...what a great dad you have!
ReplyDeleteCute.
ReplyDeleteYour dad and the boy.
and your mom for caring enough to send the very best.
Depressed? Maybe you need a weekend away with an awesome Middle Day.
ReplyDeleteYeah for Dad! What a nice thing to do. Glad the weather is springy, your garden is springy, and Dad is springy.
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