or In Which We Wage an Epic Battle
Actually, the subtitle is a little misleading. The epic battle has already been waged and won, and now the biggest sand cherry and I are off nursing our wounds. I won't bore you with a blow-by-blow replay, but our opponent was the hunk of concrete below:
It's a little over a foot long, about six inches wide, and four deep. I hadn't meant to start a tussle, but then, who does? Yesterday while I was loosening the soil under the cherry to plant some dwarf columbines (Aquilegia chrysantha var. chaplinei 'Golden Treasure'), my trowel came across the hunk of cement about eight inches down, not wanting to be loosened. (Where was it five years ago, when I dug through the whole garden twice just to get rid of such things?) Thirty minutes of root- and branch-breaking, vocabulary-stretching work later, victory was ours. The sand cherry and I are both done in, but it will have been worth it. At least, it had better be.
I'm off to bed again for a while. A pity. I was thinking so many exciting thoughts about mulch, just perfect for a sparkling post. Another time, I suppose.
In the meanwhile, I have some vocabulary to unlearn.