They also brought along some iris bulbs for my sister Steph to plant in her yard; she and Clinton recently planted grass seed (well, probably a little more Clinton and a little less Steph), and are looking for other ways to add color to their yard since a tornado destroyed their previous house on the property (that was one year ago today- can you believe it?).
Since it was 60 degrees out and beautiful the day I was there and the ground wasn't frozen solid like it is here, I was a very happy lady indeed when Steph asked me to help plant the bulbs around her front yard. Flowers! Dirt! Things I haven't experienced in what feels like half my life! (Have I mentioned how long this winter has felt? I don't think it's ever going to end. EVER.)
As we began gathering everything we needed to take outside (bulbs, Vada, etc), I asked my sister a very natural question: "Do you have a trowel?"
"No."
"Do you have a shovel?"
"No... but I do have these two spoons!"
"What?"
"I have these two kitchen spoons that I use for digging."
For 0.5 second I thought she was kidding. She wasn't.
I asked several questions like, "Are you serious?" and "Isn't this a farm?" and "Are you serious?"
She was serious. We headed outside armed with bulbs, a baby, and one spoon apiece.
After maybe a minute of digging and right about the time I got two inches down and hit clay, Clinton appeared, a nimbus of light surrounding him like a halo, and I heard the voice of God say, "STOP TRYING TO DIG IN THE DIRT WITH SPOONS, IDIOT CHILDREN."
Well, not really. But I did hear Clinton say, "You know, we have shovels and stuff in that barn right there." Which basically meant the same thing.
He came back with a shovel and a hoe, we forfeited our spoons, and the four of us planted the bulbs. Well, Vada supervised, but I'm sure we couldn't have done it without her.
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| "Hello, my name is Stephanie. Watching two babies five days a week has caused me to lose my mind and do things like try to garden with spoons." |
