Last year, my present was my husband pretending to be a married guy who is cheating on his wife with a cute blonde. Except, that blonde turned out to be a vampire. She drained her victim, nearly killing him. But, he lived to see another day, and hopefully he learned something along the way.
This year, he gave me the gift of his time and toil in the garden. I had tilled quite a bit of the area last week. We rented a tiller again yesterday and tore away at the rock hard, weedy soil. It was slow going, but the tiller worked better this time–no sputtering and dying.
Today, we built two beds. I also moved a baby Black Spanish vine that had sprouted in the back. There are two others I need to relocate. I probably won’t have to buy a trellis or supports for the other two, as they are quite tiny.
I checked on my grapies: