On the way to getting our portraits taken for the church directory this morning, I picked up a rented garden tiller. When we got home, we finished clearing the garden plots, except for a small section in the middle, where last year's strawberry plants were put in last year. We found 17 small strawberries, all ripe and ready, without us doing anything but dutifully pinching off the flowers last year, that the plants might be the more fruitful this year. It worked.
I had a wee bit o' trouble with the tiller, but all it took was one magic word of advice from my merry pop-in-law over the phone, and it started right up with a whoop of triumph. We got it back to the shop five minutes before closing at one o'clock. We did some window shopping for a pair of nightstands, went to Fazoli's for lunch, and then stopped at Home Depot to learn how to lay brick pavers, which we have plenty of from last years garden arrangement efforts.
After coming home, we found that the heat, walking around, and cheap italian food had exhausted us, so we each had a little siesta. After we slowly regained our respective consciousnesses around 5pm, we finally hung one of my Christmas presents between two trees, and rewarded us by laying in it and rocking for a good amount of time.
