I put on my gardening gloves and crouched, baring my buttock cleavage to the sky. Critters scrambled to find new hiding places as I pulled the weeds. Spiders, worms, a centipede, a fat caterpillar, a shiny beetle.
I liked the feel of tiny roots ripping.
A couple of larger ones were stubborn. They were dandelions. I didn't mind their yellow flowers but they needed to go, so I dug down with my fingers around their white tubers. They were stuck. When the roots are big I like to remove them whole so you can imagine I was slightly disappointed when they broke.
The children pulled out the dead sunflower stalks with ease.
I went inside to Kevin. "Honey," I said. "Garden's ready for the rototiller."
Now I wait for him.