Kassaundra
Garden Addicted
What is it w/ men and thier noisy toys???? When I go out to weed the garden it is so pleasently quiet. I can hear the wild birds singing, the shovel slicing through the moist dirt w/a swoosh, the excited chickens clucking contentedly for their share of the bug loot, and all is well in the world. Then Gary comes over w/ his new "toy" to help me, it is a tiller attatchment to his weedeater, now the only thing I can hear is the roar of the gas motor, and the choking stench of the gas motor. Now instead of pulling out whole runner grass roots in one fell swoop, now I have gajilliouns of tiny root pieces all ready to make more runner grass if I miss even the tiniest piece!!!!! MEN!!!!!!