Digging Fork

I tried to loosen the soil around the plants we put in the garden. The clay was hard as a rock. I decided I wanted a particular tool but didn’t know the name of it never having had the need or desire to know. So I described it to Larry and told him what I wanted to do. He said he knew what I wanted and it is a good idea but he couldn’t think of the name, either. This morning he said it’s a digging fork. So I spent about forty five minutes sweating and poking holes in hard clay. When I drove the gator back up here, Larry said I didn’t put the digging fork away. I said I wasn’t finished with the stuff up here. I don’t really like sweaty work but at least it’s good for me.