This is me, preparing the garden for the fall crop. I don’t own a tiller.
Oh, I purchased the contraption once—under the mistaken impression that every good gardener should have one. It was expensive . . . hard to start . . . at the repair shop more often than not. It was loud, heavy, and whipped up the soil like my KitchenAid mixer with cream.
It’s not good for the garden bed to be disturbed that way. Continue reading Me and My Shovel
Cleanup after the Microburst
“I look out over the property and all I see is work that needs done,” my husband complains. When you have a small farm, this is often true. A recent microburst, however, has complicated our landscape and canceled any weekend plans we might otherwise have had—for a long time. Continue reading From Branches to Mulch