Here I sit with aching back and aching arms. Actually most of my muscles feel sore. And my knees, they hurt thanks to a ill behaved wheel barrow having a game with gravity and clattering into them!
I may ache, but I do have a strong sense of satisfaction. I have moved three deep beds, built one new one and filled four with soil!
WIth the beds in place I lined the base with a thick layer of newspaper, sprinkled on some blood and bone powder in readiness for the soil.
It is as I am pushing the barrow up to the top veggie patch, digging the soil out of the old beds and then wheeling it down to the new veggie patch, that I wish we did not live in the hills, oh for a flat garden.
On my first run, I filled the barrow. But as I struggled even to lift the handles of the barrow I realised I was going to have to double the number of trips as this was way to heavy for me to handle.
I pushed and shoved to get the heavy barrow moving, then as I turned into the decline I had to hold on for dear life to stop the barrow careering down the hill. By the time I reached the new deep bed at the bottom of the garden my arms were trembling and my back was saying “Enough”.
So half loads I did from that point on. A slow but sure plod to fill the four new beds with the rich soil contained in the old beds.
By the end of the day I have finally managed to get some plants into the new beds.
- Bed 1: Round Zucchini and a sweet striped cucumber.
- Bed 2: Four tomato plants
- Bed 3: Butternut Squash
- Bed 4: Beetroot and onions
Hubby arrives to check on my progress. “It’s gone 7pm honey”, he says.
Wow, how can it be that late in the day? No wonder my tummy is grumbling.
Time for a well deserved glass of shiraz and something yummy to eat!