I have big plans every spring, and this year is no exception. In many ways, this is my favorite part of the gardening season. I enjoy going through the seed catalogs to decide what I’ll plant. I love getting out the graph paper to plot out my garden spot: a series of raised beds, densely planted. For reference, I always pull out Carrots Love Tomatoes by Louise Riotte, to make sure I’m planting to my best advantage. I also keep Backyard Bonanza: an introduction to Intensive Gardening close at hand. It’s just a small book, published by Rodale Press and years ago was offered free with a subscription to Organic Gardening magazine, but it’s filled with inspiration.
Then comes the actual application. Putting into practice what I’ve worked out on paper involves shovel, rake, hoe, and lots of hard work. Usually I double-dig my beds, adding amendments of compost and fertilizer along the way. Then the beds are staked, twine is strung to keep my rows straight, furrows are hoed, and seeds are distributed. Tomato cages are brought out of the shed and set up; pole bean tepees have to be erected. Finally, mulch or other weed barrier is put down in the pathways. After that, it’s just maintenance.
As I’ve gotten older…busier…more tired…I have cut corners, skipped steps, and ignored plans. As a result, in the last few years my garden has been a disappointment: not as attractive, less productive, and often over-run with weeds. This year was going to be different! This year (and, to be honest, I tell myself this every year) would be my best garden ever. I took this week almost off work. Wednesday, I still have art class, and Friday there is my volunteer shift at the Resale Shop. Still, more time would be freed up to get this job done right.
I started right out making things even more complicated, by deciding to move the garden over. I also had new plans for my raspberries, that have spread through the garden. This year, I intend to “plant” a series of five gallon buckets – with drainage holes punched in the bottom – up to their rims, and re-plant one or two raspberry canes in each, to keep their wandering roots in check.
Moving the garden over involved taking down fencing and pulling up cedar posts, clearing out a large, rock-bordered flower bed, digging up hundreds of daylilies, and breaking new ground. There, my sweet neighbors saved me by bringing their rototiller over and working up the new spot. I think I’ve found a young man I can hire to re-set twenty five fence post, and help me put up the fence.
The problem arose over the weekend. On Saturday, digging up the last of the daylilies before the area was to be tilled, I put my back out. I could feel it going, but I took a couple ibuprofen, and soldiered on. That was a mistake. By that evening, I was sitting with ice packs. Four days later, I’m not much improved. I spent yesterday making appointments for massage therapist, x-rays, and chiropractor. Those appointments are necessary, but crowding my days. It doesn’t matter. Though I’ve forced myself to attempt a little work in the garden every day, there is little I can do right now. In a week that I thought was going to get so much accomplished, I’m basically unproductive!