The Burrow

There was a lot of work to do in Grandma's Garden today.

As always, the rakes were popular. 

 After weeks of working together, the gardeners have discovered that a rake is, indeed, an outdoor broom AND they have bought into the notion that a clean, well-tended garden is thing of beauty and a joy forever.

  

Three heroes of the rake and trowel filled in the hole created by their younger colleagues earlier in the day.  

Why the littles thought that digging a hole which might undermine the stability of a giant boulder remains a mystery.  The bigs emptied the green wheelbarrow into the ditch, smoothed the soil, then stomped it down. The stomping was the most fun. 

And, as always, there was weeding.

The rakes smoothed the soil in the second raised bed.  Stones sectioned the irrigated section from the half in need of repair.

Red and white onions were twisted into the soil, pointy end up, and then the watering began.  The Dollar Store's colorful plastic dispensers

were filled with care, 

since the same store's nozzle had not survived the morning.

The youngest gardeners planted edible flower seeds around the aloe vera in the Garden's first round of visitors;  the middle sized scholars used that nozzle to gently mist the soil

.... and their hands....

 and one another.

 

This is the last known sighting of a working nozzle.

Later in the day, gardeners had to be content with a slow dribble, counting to 7 before graciously passing the hose to a friend,

all under the watchful eye of a Garden Leader.