The garden soil is well conditioned and breaks up easily while using a rototiller. I move slowly through each row and take in the smells of this fertile soil. I probably shouldn’t breathe in the fine particulates, yet the scent of the earth is intoxicating… I can’t help myself.
The only way I can coax my 73 year old frame to do the work is to move slowly and take frequent rest periods. Basically, I till a couple of rows and take a seat on my tree stump for five or ten minutes. A couple more, then I go in the house and get a drink of water. It takes longer this way, yet I am in this for the long haul and want to live to have many more gardens. According to the Social Security life expectancy table, that means 11 or 12 more gardens if my strength holds.
Ambient temperatures got up to 90 degrees Fahrenheit, so I called it quits as soon as I tilled the whole plot, put down fertilizer, and raked it all in. Hot weather is forecast for Tuesday, so I’ll be up early getting tomato seedlings in the ground soon after sunrise.
Editor’s Note: Still short posting while I work on the garden. About another week to go before the main planting is finished.
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