Of Dogs and Women

Last Friday, my sister, Josie, happily announced that she wanted a garden. Now, previous gardens suggested were ones planted in old canoos , toilets, bathtubs… you know… the stuff you find in people’s garbage. My dad quickly vetoed those pieces of legislation and Saturday, he went out and got some lumber. He built a small bed for Josie, and delegated the duties of picking up cow ‘presents’ for compost. I, along with Daniel, went out and started to pick up the biodegradable chips. This soon turned into a war of… who can dodge the  best. Anyway, skipping forward a bit to today, I found Josie outside, contently working in her garden.

 

It seems as though she wasn’t the only one diggin in the dirt.

Louisiana Chainsaw Massacre

After hurricane Gustav came through and did a thorough job with our yard we, of course, had to get all excess waste out. This included a lot of cutting up of trees and large limbs. We figured the best way to make easy work of this was to use a chainsaw. Somehow, I get the impression that my dog would rather us have used rusty spoons to cut the tree into pieces…