Helping With Another Garden
Becky and I spent some time last night helping our pastor with his garden. Some deer had gotten into it, and some of it needed to be replanted. So we loaded up the tiller and headed that way.
The first thing we noticed were the trees that had been blown over from the storm the night before. First of all, there was a branch that broke off one tree right next to their house, but didn’t hit the house. In the other end of the yard, there were two trees that had been blown over into the woods. It wasn’t until later that we saw several other trees in the woods that had been blown over. These didn’t break…no…they were uprooted. There was a line of trees – it’s almost as if a miniature tornado swept through there.
Anyway, we started working in the garden and as I was running the tiller through it, I noticed how rich the dirt was. I think it’s the first time I’ve ever been jealous of somebody else’s dirt. The dirt where I have my garden is rich, but this was much richer.
We only got enough dirt worked up to plant 3 rows of corn, and I worked up a little patch of dirt in the yard at the edge of the garden for their 8 tomato plants. At that point it was too dark to do any more, but we were pleased with what we were able to accomplish.
