Urban Homesteader

I have been trying to dig a hole in the front yard to plant a currant bush. After two attempts, I am only halfway there. The hole is full of roots, and the clay soil is so hard I can barely get the spade in, even after filling it with water. The hole needs to be at least twice as large as the container so I can amend as much of the soil as possible with compost.

To to it off, I unearthed a nice grouping of tulip bulbs when I started digging. So they will all need a new home as well. 

Sometimes when I am writing against a tight deadline and the words just won’t come, I grumble and say it’s “like shoveling rocks.” It feels just like digging this hole - slow and seemingly futile. The only way to work through is just to keep on writing, or keep on digging. Hack, hack, chisel, chisel…..