With O Wise One on the injured list the gardening still needs to get in. When you live on the farm with your spouse you quickly learn to pick up each other's slack. The pea fence needed to be put up and those posts sitting next to the garden were not going to drive themselves. I knew that I had to do it or my stubborn husband would be out there trying to with both hands still recovering from second degree burns. The last thing I wanted was him to bust open those wounds.
So this old woman drove all 22 of them.
One every 4 feet with a post driver. I am woman hear me roar!
I'll be moaning with these shoulders tonight though: )
Honey you can bet me and Mister Ben Gay will be best friends tonight!
Blessings from The Holler
The Canned Quilter