Remember when I was double-digging all the beds in the garden in 2010? Aside from marrying D, that was probably the best decision I have ever made. (I’d count E in there, too, but she was a gift, not a decision.)
Today I weeded, broadforked (for deep aeration), and used a regular garden fork over the top of one of the beds to prepare it for spring planting. The broadfork is heavy so requires some full body effort, but the entire job was manageable in two hours — even on a 100 square foot bed.
I found few rocks, hundreds of worms, and great tilth. After planting, I’ll put some top dressing on it, but this particular bed needs no ammendments this year.
The only thing it really needs is for me to figure out how this particular hen keeps escaping her luxurious digs down by the creek. Hens are *not* helpful in a just-planted garden. Today I put her back over the fence four times.