Working all morning in the yard pulling weeds, setting up the soaker hose and dividing plants, I then ran through with the vacuum and did one load of laundry while eating lunch. Now for the task at hand.
Since the Pres cannot do anything strenuous, I grabbed the shovel and began digging up the rocks that Connecticut is known for. They (the rocks) seem to work their way to the surface of the yard each year so in the Spring, we begin extracting them. A good friend recently told me that he believes that there are "Mommy rocks, Daddy rocks and Baby rocks"...LOL...but if that is true we have generations that live here.
However, by the time I got to the task of rock digging I needed help. Already pooped , I decided to use the golf cart to haul them rather than carrying them to and fro.
My other "helpers" sat close by and waited as I loaded each freshly dug specimen into the back of the cart.
There they sat, watching me as if to say, "What is she going to do with all those things?"
"We dig and get in trouble. She digs and it's a big deal!"
Climbing back into the cart and stepping on the accelerator, I headed toward the garden beds in back as Copper on my left and Moon on the right trotted along side as always.
So, to the cart that rocks, my gloves are off!