WILL IT EVER END?

We are making progress in the garden. It's difficult to see when standing on a pile of dirt and double digging for the deep weeds, but when stepping back and looking at the whole project from a distance, it is obvious we are moving forward in a systematic way. Indeed, we are making progress, at least that's what we tell ourselves. We only have a few more tons of rocks to move.

But I think its not just wishful thinking, or our tired imaginations, we are hearing encouraging words from other gardeners, especially those whose plots are closest to ours. Seeing as your neighbor's weeds eventually become your weeds, I think they are nothing short of ecstatic that we are cleaning up our little nightmare.

Carlos is now the man in charged of digging up the rocks and moving them. While I've been mourning the process of dismantling my once charming garden, still hold a special love for each and every rock, Carlos confessed this morning that he has come to hate rocks. Imagine!