A Good Fight

See that?

Dark, rich soil.

Raked, weeded, raked again, weeded some more, tilled, amended with nitrogen-rich, aged compost, tilled again.

And again.

And once more just to make sure it new I was serious.

Very. Serious.

I fought with the land. I fought and (so far) I won.

“You know…this garden could be a great thing for our whole family!”

“Um….what?“

“Yeah. The whole family, Todd. Remember them?”

“You’re telling me you want to see me twitch and writhe in frustration while others violate the supreme demarcations of the 8′ by 24′ parcel of land God and His angels have bequeathed to me and me alone? Is that what you’re saying?”

“You’re really a [not publishable] sometimes, you know that?”

“Oh and you expect to be welcomed with open arms into my garden with a mouth like that?”

I fought with the Cute Redhead. I fought and (so far) I have not won.

But the next two days have her traveling on business, leaving the planting of the stronger plants to me. And the addition of my new toy.

I’m going to call him R2-D2.

3 Responses to “A Good Fight”

• 1

  on April 12, 2010 at 10:49 am

  Gravesland said:

  Looks like a time travel portal out of Land of the Lost.

• 2

  on April 12, 2010 at 11:49 am

  John said:

  This makes sense. I can see why you and your new friend R2-D2 have an affinity toward each other…you are both full of it.

• 3

  on April 12, 2010 at 2:23 pm

  CarlnNJ said:

  It DOES have a face; vaguely apprehensive. And it looks hungry.