Gardening is hard work. I had forgotten how hard it is to break new ground for my garden boxes. Apparently, the first two were done sufficiently long ago that the memory has faded some. Let me tell you, our glorious rich red clay is obstinate about staying put. It's like the wunderkind of inertia. That stuff is solid.
To make it worse, I was digging up the most bizarre stuff including pieces of polished marble, various other rocks, ancient plastic twine, bits of wire, and a marble. I actually started to wonder what I would do if my shovel turned up a human skull. Do I call the police at that point? or do I skip right on up to the FBI? It's clearly too late for an ambulance in any case.
The box is in, and the ground inside has been turned once. It was too wet to continue with it today, but I'll have to get in during the week to add topsoil and compost. As nutrient rich as that clay may be, right now it's a solid sodden wet dense slimy mass.
In other news. The peas came up. I'd just about given up on them but I've got at least a dozen shoots. We'll see how far they get before the weather turns hot. It's probably time to plant out the first round of radishes, pak choy, and spinach. Might try a line of beets too.
It all depends on if my muscles ever forgive me for the abuse I've put them through this weekend. One box in, five more to go.
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