The five-year old and I bought 100 daffodill bulbs today and chopped our way past the one thousand and one rocks, through the brick-like clay, and passed the construction debris to put thirty of them in the ground. I seriously pulled out one chunk of concrete the size of a dinner plate.
However, it was worth it. We got to disturb four or five ant hills, too, and since my hands aren’t healed from the ant bites of Saturday, I chortle when the ants run. 
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