In case you haven't noticed, gardeners have rather jittery nerves.
We eye the ever changing, fickle, unpredictable weather, we fret over the moisture content of our soil, we get mildly hysterical if the weeds begin to outpace our ability to remove them, we worry about planting times, and generally behave like Lydia clucking incessantly to her little brood of chicks... when she has them.
While it is certainly not time to plant corn or beans or squash or tomatoes just yet, I WAS getting mildly hysterical about this situation:
In my world, these weeds and grass needed to be removed before tilling. I wanted them to come out by the roots and be relocated.
The sheer volume of it was intimidating.
I'm no spring chicken, and this is hard work!
And that doesn't even include the perimeter of the garden, where the well watered grasses are like barbarians at the gates, just trying to invade my growing space...
Just as my despair was reaching a fever pitch.... I got a phone call from a friend wanting to know if I was still looking for some help in my garden.
Ya THINK?
Enter a 19 year old college student of stout constitution and willing nature.
With his muscle and my eye for detail, we kicked fanny and took names.
Oh yeah.
Who's yer daddy?
It threatened rain on and off, but we managed to finish.
And as an added bonus, the hens have a new playground.
Bug central.
And greenery if they choose to eat it. They are VERY happy and so am I.
It's a good thing we started early and worked steady, it's pouring rain here right now. Just the thing for newly turned soil.
I'll rototill it sometime this week and then start planning what I'll put in this new real estate.
Thank you L. for all your hard work. It was a game changer for me!
In my world, these weeds and grass needed to be removed before tilling. I wanted them to come out by the roots and be relocated.
The sheer volume of it was intimidating.
I'm no spring chicken, and this is hard work!
And that doesn't even include the perimeter of the garden, where the well watered grasses are like barbarians at the gates, just trying to invade my growing space...
Just as my despair was reaching a fever pitch.... I got a phone call from a friend wanting to know if I was still looking for some help in my garden.
Ya THINK?
Enter a 19 year old college student of stout constitution and willing nature.
With his muscle and my eye for detail, we kicked fanny and took names.
Oh yeah.
Who's yer daddy?
It threatened rain on and off, but we managed to finish.
And as an added bonus, the hens have a new playground.
Bug central.
And greenery if they choose to eat it. They are VERY happy and so am I.
It's a good thing we started early and worked steady, it's pouring rain here right now. Just the thing for newly turned soil.
I'll rototill it sometime this week and then start planning what I'll put in this new real estate.
Thank you L. for all your hard work. It was a game changer for me!