Men of Progress

Mum wanted her potatoes planted, and we've been meaning to do it for well-over a week. At last, yesterday the guys tilled a patch where our cab-over camper used to be. This morning, Theophilus, Lance and Harrison all went out and worked on planting the long over-due potatoes. And then it was discovered that the patch wasn't big enough. So the guys set to digging and tilling another patch, and Dad pitched in as well.

Now the potatoes are planted, and I believe some other vegetables as well.

Dad and Harrison, side by side, comparing paleness, while whacking away the grass clumps. It used to be part of our lawn...

Theophilus and Lance, polar bears of Alaska, take a moment's breather and survey the clods of dirt.

Of course, it was warm and sunny, and we had to feed the troops. Shirtless though they might have been, I didn't refuse them anything. Normally I'd have insisted on a shirt at the table, but I suppose since it was outside, it wasn't so bad. Maybe.