As I was growing increasingly fed up with a complete lack of progress on the vegetable garden, pruning and tidying apart, I decided to throw caution to the winds and start digging some of the beds.
Normally, I aim to dig muck into a quarter of the beds in November and have another quarter forked over around the same time.
The remaining beds have overwintered vegetables in them.
But the unusually early cold spell in November/December delayed that work, while the rain and continual overcast since January have left the ground too wet to work.
If I keep waiting for the ground to dry, I could find myself with the entire vegetable plot—all 18 beds of it—to turn over just as the sowing season kicks off.
The only thing to do was put my waterproofs on, don my my new pair of unbelievable bright yellow glows, and squelch my way backwards down the first bed with a fork.
I’d like to get at least half a dozen beds turned over with the fork this week.
It won’t be the the quarter that need deep digging nor will it be the quarter that need muck—the soil is too wet and heavy to dig with a spade, while the laden wheelbarrow sinks just about everywhere.
But a squelchy, oozing, heaving, sucking start is better than no start at all.
As for those gloves, I’d just worn a pair of “normal” leather ones out and went to the agricultural merchants to buy a new pair.
While they had numerous pairs of small, large and extra large gloves in all sorts of styles, for all sorts of jobs, the merchants had only one pair of medium gloves to fit me.
Of course, the sole, lonely pair of medium gloves had to be a bright, almost radioactive, yellow.
Yes, they’re waterproof, have good grip and are warm, but I’m not sure the toxic yellow look is me—especially after the two women working today burst into fits of laughter when they saw what I was going to have to wear.
Photo by the Wee ‘Un.