Still digging holes.

As Nancy says, me and my wife just placed an order for a mule team, and they’ll be arriving shortly after Thanksgiving. Right now I’m fighting the remnants of a chest cold, and continuing to prep our apple orchard. I figure the area will accommodate seventy trees but we’re starting with 25. Here’s a view of the holes:

only 45 left to go!

If you enlarge the picture, you can see the lawn chair where I’ve spent a great deal of time wondering if my intestines were  going to flop out on the ground in a steaming heap, or if I’d simply pitch forward into one of the holes, a victim of  coronary thrombosis.

Here’s a picture of the mule’s butts, all laced up to the forecart.

for some reason, this picture reminds me of folks on smoke break