Jes can rip an 8' tall, 200# spine-covered Opuntia out of the ground with her bare hands, and John can flip them over his head into a truck, so the whole thing was like some sort of bizarre and dangerous circus act. Extreme gardening, people. It's the new thing. I was able to contribute my knowledge of the "trucker's hitch" knot to the fray (thanks Gary) while securing our succulent load, but it just doesn't have enough pizazz to top cactus juggling. H'm.

Back at the garden, I moved the Brugmansia to a better spot, watered with the new hose (heavy) and soaking wand (great) and enjoyed some time with neighbors Diana, Mara, Jim, Carrie and John.
Matt came home from baseball and moved some of the new plants around for me, then we picked up half a trees' worth of branches from down the street for more cunning twig weavery this week. A quick cleanup of spare bricks and trash, a refill off the top poop bag dispenser and a spot of daffodil deadheading and we were done for the weekend. Phew!
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