Serf report.

Well, the garden project is creeping along.  After all our hard work on Saturday and careful planting on Sunday- today we're seeing some small results.  Yay!!!

Today, I went over to the feudal Culp estate where I proceeded to put my face about 6 inches from the ground and inspect it for signs of seedlings.  I was not disappointed.  Our sugar snap peas, broccoli and some basil are poking through, and in the pots where we're starting our lettuce those are doing great.  The cucumbers and tomato plants we planted are still alive and we're just waiting for the rest of the seeds to come from eastern Canada.  I was so excited I called Christy to tell her what I found- I think it made her morning.  Perhaps we should garden less...

As I said before, I have pictures from our work day (Kell- you totally missed out, let me tell you).  We were so dirty, dusty and sweaty at the end it was disgusting, but the satisfaction that we did what we said we would in one day and probably beating our husbands' expectations was deeply satisfying.  We're awesome.

This is the plot, after we'd dug out the most nonsensical sprinkler system I think has ever existed.  Maybe I'm overestimating our skills, but I guarantee Christy and I could've done a better job than whoever did this the first time.  Anway, I called about 3 people to make sure that I had the correct sequence for capping off sprinkler lines before actually attempting it.  I'm awesome, because we still don't have any leaks.

Christy with our rototiller.  Another customer at the equipment rental place referred to this as the "lady model" and that we needed to talk the owner into renting us this one instead of the other one that would've apparently dragged us all over the yard.  He didn't need much convincing.  He even threw in the ramps he used to load it into my truck.  I asked him if he wouldn't need them while we were gone.  He said, "Not as much as you will."  That was encouraging.

The rototiller was easy to use, but still a brute.  After about 5min, we looked like we knew what we were doing- but getting it out of my truck was another story.  As with all things that have a high chance of making us look like stupid idiot girls, the entire neighborhood was outside while we unloaded the tiller.  I think I swore about 4 times as it backed me into the trash cans.  Christy's neighbor backed out of her garage and said, "Oh... my... gosh.  Should I call the ambulance now?"  Also encouraging.  

But most encouraging of all was standing back after all that work and looking at the rows we made to plant our crops.  I need to start using farmer language, and "crops" sounds farmy.  And that green bush in the upper left is hydrangea, which we will not be eating.  It's decoration.

My next report when the seedlings fill in some more...