It's a bird, a plane...a BMX jump?

So although Mike suffered another one of these in Freemont this weekend (due to an undetected crack in his fork from a previous crash which became a detectable one after it cracked completely mid-race), we have far more exciting things to report about our weekend.

Boston had the Big Dig. Wrigley Field sells Big Dogs. But this weekend we had the Big Dump as 6 cubic yards of Berkeley's finest soil was delivered to our driveway. Grape hulls, rice hulls, coco bean hulls, wood fines, grape pumice, loamy sand, and...chicken poop were delivered curbside. The mound was hot, still composting away, and yep, that was some hot shit.

Installing irrigation and building planter beds has kept Mike busy for the last few weeks. But today was the day we'd been waiting for...The Big DUMP.



Although our pile had fun written all over it, we cracked open some beers and got to work.




Many beers, hours, and aching biceps later, we were both exhausted gardeners and emerging artists:



Oh yea, life is good