Wednesday night Cliff and I stood in the driveway and watched the space station appear in the northwestern sky at 7:06.  It took about five minutes to travel directly over us and disappear in the southeastern horizon.  What an awesome sight!
With such phenomenal weather, I couldn't stand not doing something in the garden.  The chairs came out of the shed and were placed in their strategic positions.  We bought a few bags of manure and mushroom compost.

Cliff fired up the tiller and turned the soil on the bottom half of the garden.

The top half are the raised beds and where the Mantis does the work.

Once he had the feel of the Mantis, compared to the Cub Cadet tiller, he handed it over to me.  The Mantis is like a Tasmanian Devil!  I can handle the Tasmanian Devil and it doesn't rip my arms from my shoulder sockets. 

After he tilled the lower half, the Mantis broke up the soil even finer and deeper.  He was having too much fun playing with my Christmas present and didn't have to be concerned about losing control and rolling down the mountain into the creek.  No aches or pains the next day for either of us.