So there is not yet a motobineuse in my life.
Over the weekend, we have a fair amount of time to mess around in the garden, and JP discovered that the fork is quite adequate for turning over the parts of the veg patch that I plant every year. All covered with dried grass and leaves, the weeds don't get a hold, so all you have to do is rake aside this blanket and turn over the ready earth.
Being only mid-March, it is officially too early to be planting, but we bought a tunnel thing to keep the morning frost off the tender new tomato plants and the green bean seeds (not that there is frost).
While he was planting the new strawberries, I kept on with the row for the potatos, going beyond the usually cultivated zone and into territory that hasn't been turned over since I moved here. That is a workout.
JP planted three rows of potatos, all nice and neat. He actually used a rope and some stakes to make sure the rows were straight, and a stick to make sure there was a 'tato every so many inches, not more, not less. The potatos did not get a protective tunnel, nor did the salad he seeded.
Never have I had such a regulated garden. When the garlic comes up you will see a more or less random distribution.
Still to go are peas, radishes, corn, leeks, and zucchini.
And whatever else we think of.
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