Labor of Fruits

 

 

 

At least some of us work it when working.  Miss Is has her Digging Diva on, sequined pants and all.

 

 

Last week we picked up a couple of grafted fruit trees at Costco and yesterday it was finally warm enough to plant them. 

It was a family affair; the Farmers dug, Dad supervised the complex operation and Mom documented the activity for future generations.

 

Devin dug a hole by himself, Miss Is and D.J. (with a head start given by yours truly) dug the second. 

 

Careful, there’s a sprinkler pipe in there!

 

The boys man-handled the ‘enriched planting compost’ soil.

 

Look! I’m multi-tasking.  Taking a picture and holding a tree with one hand.

 

Maddy makes sure it won’t fall over.

 

Wow.  What a tree.  (Dripping with all the sarcasm I can muster.)

This one’s cherry, the other is a combo of Fugi, Honeycrisp, and Gala apples. 

Hopefully we’ll enjoy the fruits of our labor, in the past we’ve always moved before anything actually produced.  Here’s to breaking tradition.

 

 

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon? 

Our delusional cat, Spike, thought that he could catch another bird at the feeder. 

Instead he dug himself a giant hole of disappointment.