Ow

I did a lot of digging yesterday. And will likely do a lot more today. Although we have access to a family member's tilling machine, we can never seem to get it here in time for the spring plantings. Also, the soil in our garden varies from square foot to square foot, so that one patch will be dry and workable while another is still sodden and clumpy. Makes it kind of hard to use the tiller. That's why our early plantings tend to be all over the place, as we search out the driest spot to plant the early lettuce, then the next-driest to plant the beets. And so on.

Yesterday I managed to get in beets, carrots, and snap and snow peas before Cubby woke up. And before my arms, back, and legs gave out. Today, assuming I get an uninterrupted hour or so in which to work (got that, Cubby?), I should be able to plant parsley, dill, chard, parsnips, and turnips. And then I'll probably collapse in a heap and demand that A. push me around in Cubby's stroller for the rest of the day because I'll be crippled.

Oh well. It's good exercise. Who needs fancy weight machines when there are ten tons of dirt to be lifted, right? Right.

Pass the ibuprofen.