We had planned to rent a rototiller, or borrow one. It never happened and it was getting late in the season. So, we got the hoe and shovel out and... began digging. And digging. And digging. In 90 degree heat. Exhausting. At least it was a great workout (and zero carbon emissions).
We were worried about the quality of the soil since part of the patch was, for a while, under the pine tree. All was okay. We had tons of fertilizer and manure. Olga made me put up the fence around the garden before the manure went. She had visions of the dogs jumping, playing and giving themselves back rubs in the manure. She was probably right.
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