I had a “Little House” experience recently. Remember that big garden that I’ve wanted since I started blogging? The one my husband was never too excited about? Well, with the motivation of a sprinkler system and a water well, we began breaking up a plot over spring break.
But by the end of the weekend, it was just me hand- tilling the thing with a pitchfork because my husband was working on our tiller that wouldn’t start. (My son did continue to bring me water every thirty minutes between his Zombie wars.)
I did this from sun up to sun down for two days. Maybe it was a bit addled of me to do things the old fashioned way when I could have waited another week for a working tiller, but I couldn’t bear the thought of doing this stuff again. Besides, I really am good at buckling down and robotically working through a mindless project until it’s finished, or until I pass out. I could handle doing things like a homestead wife, but only for two days.
All sorts of thoughts go through your mind when you do that sort of methodical work, and not just the bitter kind. Thoughts like:
How much easier would it be to break sod with oxen?
I want to ride a horse down trails.
By Sunday night at nine, the plants were in and the sprinkler connected. It is not the powdery perfect soil of my herb garden, but it’s a good start for a first year vegetable garden, and my herb garden was this way in the beginning too. I plan to go “no-till” from this point forward, begging for bagged leaves off of people’s lawns if I have to.
Anyway, tomatoes grow well in all kinds of soil, and that is the purpose of this labor: homegrown tomatoes. I’ve also got some peppers, carrots, beans, and cucumbers in there too.