Old woman’s husband: “It’s ok, Maude, I’m just farming out the work to local contractors.”
I guess the riding tiller was inevitable. But how much garden do you have to have to make it worthwhile?
They tear it up every where they go! Leave no stone unturned is their motto!
I got my eyes on that hoer.
“Born to till”
Only real problem is that every Friday night, they all go out and get plowed.
So long, tiller we meet, again.