
I tried plowing the upper field but the dried clayish soil was so hard that the blades wouldn't break it up - I held on to the rototiller like a bucking horse and after nearly being dragged to my death, decided to wait until after the impending rain to plow under the soil so we can plant sweet potato vines.
The rain did come - it poured - bringing everything to life, including all of the weeds that I had just pulled. I swear, they must fall from the sky.
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