Monday, November 20, 2017
We called the guy with the tractor. And he came. And he tilled. Woot!
Miraculously, in less than an hour, the garden space has just about tripled. I figure this new space is about 160 m2/1440 sq ft, but my metric is shakey.
First, he brought the big tractor to plow. That didn´t go so well. The 30-odd years of luxuriantly long pasture grass proved tough to get through. So he went away and promised to come back to disc. An hour later he was back with the junior version of the big tractor and everything went much better.
I am under instructions to not touch the plot until February or about 2 weeks before wanting to plant anything. In the meantime, frost and freeze should take care of the shredded vegetable matter, leaving a lovely tilth when tilled again. The good news is it will be just in time for planting potatoes. The bad news is no garlic this year.
Now all the no till folks will be up in arms, but I don´t intend to do much, if any re-tilling. I´d like raised beds with narrow paths that can be worked with a broadfork. And now I have room for sweet corn!
Breo´s eyes goggled at the bone burying possibilities.