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One was at the back up a steep pitch. Wheel barrowing was impossible so I had to carry the dirt I ordered uphill in five-gallon buckets, two at a time, like a packmule.

Six yards of dirt. Do you know how much dirt that is? Think a Mount Kilimanjaro-sized mountain and you’re getting close.

I’m populating the borders with plants now, plants that are on sale because I’m late.

Ah, the early bird gets the worm, but the late bird gets the garden transplants on sale.