New Murdered Out Wheel Barrel
I guess it isn’t new really, since it looks like it could be 15-20 years old… but it is new to us! As I said in my post yesterday, part of my mission on this… Read More »New Murdered Out Wheel Barrel
I guess it isn’t new really, since it looks like it could be 15-20 years old… but it is new to us! As I said in my post yesterday, part of my mission on this… Read More »New Murdered Out Wheel Barrel
I spoke about how we began the “Rock the Garden” project last weekend, and it sat there all week making fun of me – telling me I was fat and I would never finish it. It mocked me. It hurt me deep down in my heart place. We won’t go into that much. Like I said… it hurts.
So as soon as the sun decided to grace us with its presence Saturday morning – I laid in bed and plotted the rock the garden project’s death. It was still a bit cold, so I had a chance to hit up Westlake to grab some much need (and a few un-needed) things. Some spray paint to “murder out” the newly acquired wheel barrel. You don’t know what the term “murder out” means? Cut the mustard and Ketchup (catch-up) already.
Shala & I planted potatoes a while back and didn’t really know what to expect. It was the first thing we had planted in our garden – so we were just excited to have our own thing going. When we bought our house there was a garden, full of peppers, tomatoes, eggplant, turnips and broccoli. Kind of cool, but at the same time… seemed like it was someone else’s hard work and dedication that made them. Just felt dirty eating them and watering them. Like we had stolen them and now we were holding them hostage.