I will preface this with, I am an idiot and not ashamed to admit it. Anyway, so it's the first time Melanie and I have planted a garden in our marriage. We got the round up and killed the grass in the spot we had chosen. Then I got dad's tiller and went to work. It was brutal. All the thoughts about hating gardening were festering as I was trying to till. It took forever to till about a 20 X patch. Took me almost three hours. At first I thought the ground was to hard, I had to put my full body weight on the tiller to get it to do anything. So I decided to water the ground, which made it too muddy to till. I almost was ready to tell dad he had a piece of junk tiller. At any rate I continued to struggle through it and finally finished.
Fast forward 3 weeks-my home teaching family asked for some help to get their garden tilled. I went over to dad's house to ask if I could use his tiller he said that would be fine. I began to discuss how their area looked and expressed my reservation about doing it if it was going to be as bad as mine. He said "Don't try to use the deepest setting on the tiller at first. Use a less deep setting then, use the deeper setting on your next pass." I just started laughing and said "Are you telling me that thing can plow at different levels?" He said " yeah that is what I am telling you-you didn't know that when you tilled your garden did you?" I said no. He said, " I would have told you but....(there was a pause there and I know he wanted to say but I didn't think you were that stupid). At any rate I believe this is an instant classic story to remember.
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Yep, one for the family history for sure...it'll be even better in the oral telling, I'm sure !! Line upon line applies even in knowledge of the garden~!!
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