Plowing Day
Apr. 17th, 2010 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bluesgardenIt's 50°F outside (10°C), but at least the wind isn't blowing too hard. The garden is plowed, and I even have wildly unexciting action shots!
The before shot which is actually two days ago when it was still 65' x 80' (before D tacked another 3' onto the one side for reasons that have not been made clear to me).
Help has arrived!
We actually had two (human) assistants who were... less than assistive. :P
The first pass was rough - you could hear it really hitting the rocks.
The second pass was much smoother, but there were still rocks being churned up. By this point, you were sinking up to your ankles when walking through it. Talk about tiring!
The canine assistants weren't particularly helpful either, although that could have something to do with the lack of opposable thumbs. Jack was ready and willing to take on the tractor monster when it first started up and ended up banned inside for a while lest he get too close or get a rock kicked up at him.
Just some of what we picked up.
And some more of what we picked up. This is why the regular ole' roto-tiller wasn't going to cut it. It took about an hour and a half all in all.
After! It will still get some horse/goat manure and possibly some wood chips, but it's going to be a lot easier to work with after a couple of passes with the tractor. I, uh, seem to have a rather... large garden. Um. (I'm envisioning our neighbors driving by and laughing themselves silly.)
Seriously, ankle deep in soft dirt, bending down and picking up rocks of various weights constantly for an hour and a half - it's remarkably wearying. I don't care that it's the middle of the day, I think I hear a hot bath calling my name. :)
The before shot which is actually two days ago when it was still 65' x 80' (before D tacked another 3' onto the one side for reasons that have not been made clear to me).
Help has arrived!
We actually had two (human) assistants who were... less than assistive. :P
The first pass was rough - you could hear it really hitting the rocks.
The second pass was much smoother, but there were still rocks being churned up. By this point, you were sinking up to your ankles when walking through it. Talk about tiring!
The canine assistants weren't particularly helpful either, although that could have something to do with the lack of opposable thumbs. Jack was ready and willing to take on the tractor monster when it first started up and ended up banned inside for a while lest he get too close or get a rock kicked up at him.
Just some of what we picked up.
And some more of what we picked up. This is why the regular ole' roto-tiller wasn't going to cut it. It took about an hour and a half all in all.
After! It will still get some horse/goat manure and possibly some wood chips, but it's going to be a lot easier to work with after a couple of passes with the tractor. I, uh, seem to have a rather... large garden. Um. (I'm envisioning our neighbors driving by and laughing themselves silly.)
Seriously, ankle deep in soft dirt, bending down and picking up rocks of various weights constantly for an hour and a half - it's remarkably wearying. I don't care that it's the middle of the day, I think I hear a hot bath calling my name. :)
