On Tuesday I finally disposed of a bag of top soil and a bag of Scott's Turf Builder something or other. They've been sitting in my backyard for about a year waiting on some forgotten project of my wife. At some point I had resolved to use the bags to fill a hole that had opened up along side my chimney but had been stymied for months by the chain linked fence bisecting the 12 feet from the bags' resting place to the predestined hole. My moment of greatness came when I paused mid-mowing to walk around into the back yard and fling the rotting tatters of the bags over the fence at the chimney and then walked back around the house to tamp the scattered mess down into the hole with heel of my boot.