The plants, that is, not the disco boys. Consider this yet another small improvement. Also consider it yet another one of those exercises where Mrs. Rector and I test our marriage. We may be getting a little too old to wrestle 150 pound root balls onto and off of the pickup and into
3x3 4x4 ft. holes that we dug through New England rock and stiff soil. Then again, nah. It's actually fun.
Has anyone seen the Motrin?
