A lot of time, physical energy, and mental energy too goes into creating a garden. The greatest physical energy for me was moving the five cubic yards of topsoil from my driveway in front of my house to my proposed garden in back. The most painful events were created by the rototilling machine which when it hit a large root would suddenly jump and hit my hands hard enough to hurt and bruise them slightly.
Because it was impossible to know how to distribute the purchased topsoil I dug 848 feet of shallow trenches (I measured it), where the rows of vegetables were to be planted and then put the topsoil into those trenches. That left quite a lot of topsoil left over so I put a second layer on top of those existing filled trenches; however, since the preexisting soil was so poor, that didn’t seem like enough good soil to grow a healthy crop. Thus when it came time to actually plant things Debbie and I built mounds where we intended to plant things like corn which were to be more than a foot apart. Lettuce, kale, radishes, carrots would be closer together so they were just sown into the existing shallower topsoil rows. Today we purchased a small flat of already started strawberries that looked really healthy, and put in some asparagus and rhubarb, too.
All this gardening activity must be done during a constrained time frame because our growing season here in the high altitude, 3636 feet, in Bend, Oregon, is short. This unusual activity for me has competed with my usual activities, like writing this blog, getting a bone cancer scan, meeting my unknown until recently niece, preparing my diet lecture, doing two daily walks, and most important of all arguing with my friends.
Life is fun when there are interesting things to do.