Every year I have such high hopes as I dig up the vegetable garden in the spring.

Last year, after much labor getting weed cloth down I planted green beans and chard and tomatoes.  I ended up with a couple small tomatoes and a handful of green beans that had eluded the neighborhood critters and bugs.  Hardly seems worth the effort.

This morning Katie helped me dig the garden up for this year’s attempt.  She pretty much wanted to know when I’d be done so we could go play, but it was nice to have company.

“How long is this going to take anyway, Mom?”

“You’d be mistaken if you think I’m going to help.  I’m outta here!”

“But first I’ll take some time to smell the thyme!”

“I’ll wait for you out here…hey…can you help me out a bit?  I got sort of excited and got myself all tangled up.”

“Sorry to inconvenience you like that, Mom, I’ll just stand over here and chomp on some mulch…”

“What?!  You want me to just sit down and let you get your work done?  Well OK then…geeze!  All you had to do was just say something.”