Evil thy name is tiller!!

So ever since we first looked at this house I have been DIEING to put in a garden! There is nothing that I love more then being outdoors and getting my hands dirty. Had I known however the amount of work that would be required to get the garden spot ready I may have reconsidered the size of it. I guess that you could say that I was a little over ambitious from the start. On friday we decided to have a "campout". Which I have to say was a good idea in theory. We started the evening by smoking our hotdogs over the billows of smoke that was coming out of the pine logs in our fire place mmmm yummy. And then we loaded the kids up on smores and other goodies while we watched movies in our tent trailer. Everything was going wonderful untill we all started to freeze which I guess happens when you are sleeping outside in the middle of March in the state of Utah. ( You may insert your "what were they thinking?" comments here.) So at 1:30 in the morning Brian and I dragged the kids back in to the house to see if we could all raise our body temperatures above hypothermia levels! None of this would have been so bad if we hadn't planned to till our garden first thing in the morning. So at 8am Bri ran over to South Fork hardware and picked up the tiller which from this time out will affectionately be know as Behomoth -the bringer of pain and and poor self esteem. As Brian and I mapped out where we would like to put our 400sq foot garden we figured that we would be able to have the whole project done in about 1 1/2 hours. Ha Ha Ha Ha!!! Everything started off well, Brian started to till and I followed behind him throwing out the rocks, and then something happened. . . Brian hit something . . . .BIG not once, not twice but six different times! Behomoth had unearthed Mt. Hales in our back yard. Seriously these were not just rocks they were BOULDERS!!!! Now in my minds eye I am still the teenager that can rip tree stumps out in a single pull. . . I was seriously humbled to find out that this was not so much the case anymore! Theses suckers had Brian and I wimpering like school girls trying to get them out. And it doesn't end there. To be nice I offered to do some of the tilling for Brian so that he could take a break. At the time I couldn't understand the huge smile on his face as he handed the reins over to me and went inside. Needless to say when he came back out I was being dragged around likea rag doll screaming at the tiller "Where are you going you stupid machine? WHERE ARE YOU GOING??" This was the first and the last time I will ever get behind Behomoth untill I have arms the size of a body builders and even then I will have to think long and hard about it. Needless to say after 5 hours (yes 5 not the 1.5 we had estimated) six boulders, lots of tears, and all of my pride we were finally finished and have a very nice garden spot, which Brian has informed me better pay off or else!