I Don't Know the Point of This Post, Either

Whenever I remember to take a picture of my Fancypants, I should use this manure-hauling picture as the twin, huh.

Each year, we dump hundreds of pounds of manure on the garden.  It probably could use several thousand more pounds, but we do what we can.  John's kind and shovels and hauls it all for me, but in a pinch, I take the children and a dozen bags down to the horse pasture while he's at work and load up the van with black gold myself.  

 

(Totally unrelated and irrelevant bunny trail because this picture made me think of it, and I'm typing this on four hours of sleep, which severely impairs any writing ability or blog filters...

 I recently grew my nails out longer than they've been in a couple of years.  To prepare for gardening, I clipped them.  As you can see by the above picture, they were still long enough to be a nuisance while gardening, so a couple of days ago I clipped them again.  Now, they're so short I may as well begin biting them again.  Yes, I know it's a despicable habit.  And, yes, Newmans, I KNOW it will give me worms.)

Thank goodness these girls aren't nail-biters.