Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Served.

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

5 comments:

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...

Cute.
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.