One Busy Guy

We have a sayin' roun' here:  Make hay while the sun shines.  Well, the sun was shining last weekend and my husband made hay.  

About four or so years ago, we planted a lacy oak in our back yard, but it has done very poorly the past two or three seasons.  A  couple of weeks ago my husband dug it up and here is what we found:

The roots never spread out from the original ball, so the tree had never really gotten established.  We had a small oak that had come up volunteer that my husband decided to put in its place.  So the process of tree moving began.

 He got a neighbor to help him get the tree up out of the ground.

 Its new home.  He re-dug the hole.

 Set it in place.

 All settled in.

I hope it likes its new home.  The root ball fell apart in the move but hopefully it is a sturdy little oak with dreams of becoming a mighty tree.  

Remember our mini-meadow?  Not content just to move a tree, my husband also started getting our garden ready for planting. 

Before:

The digging begins:

Now that is one beautiful sight:

And last, but not least, my husband trimmed our trees.

He was one tired guy at the end of the day.