last year we had a community garden plot with a friend of ours. for $20 bucks you get a 20×20 plot of freshly tilled ground. overall the experiment went well, we harvested more broccoli then i have ever seen and threw away a million and a half zucchini because those grow like weeds. this year i decided to go ahead and do the plot by myself (first mistake). this year i didn’t get a chance to plant until this past week (second mistake) which meant the nicely tilled ground had plenty of time to revert to pre-tilled ground. friday morning i got up, got to the nursery and lowes and pulled into the community garden, happily anticipating a nice few hours in comfortable temperatures planting my veggies and enjoying life (third mistake).
in the back of my mind i had a sneaking suspicion that maybe i had waited to long and maybe someone took over my plot. but i pushed that thought out rationalizing that community gardeners are nice people. as i headed down the hill with my tomato plants in the back seat, i saw a heaping amount of greenery on my plot, my first thought was those nice community garden people pimped my plot!!!
but no, those are weeds. weeds that have been growing for a month and a half. tomato man at the plot next to me, who was there last year and only plants tomatoes (hence the name), was kind enough to point out that the ENTIRE plot is weeds and that it is “back-breaking work” to get them out. Thanks!
i unloaded my car, took all the plants out, the mulch, the tools, and the fertilizer, and pondered how i was going to single-handedly pull up all of these weeds. Gone was my idea of a nice few hours of mainly planting. as tomato man was packing up his things, he said “i hope you have a strong back!” and as he drove off he said “good luck young lady!” his only saving grace was calling me young lady.
so i started hacking, then squatting and pulling everything up. thankfully the ground was soft and everything was coming up without a fight. when i got to this point…
i realized that i had burned the skin off of my thumb, scared the bejesus out of a toad, and had been hacking away at the weeds for over an hour. i paused to take a picture with my phone, i KNEW i had to share this! after a quick band-aid on the thumb and a couple swigs of vitamin water i went back in. in three short (not so much) hours i had pretty much cleared the entire plot. and my back hadn’t broken. then i went on to plant, it’s not straight, and there are still remnants of weeds, but the plants are in the ground…
and i have reclaimed my plot from the weeds. when i left, i had a sense of achievement, a question about what would tomato man say when he came back, and a body covered in mud and sweat. most importantly i came home with that feeling you get after over exerting yourself at the gym. the one where you were shaking and breathing hard, but totally feeling the burn and working through it. the one you know you will pay for the next day.
i woke up this morning moving less than the tin man did after he got snowed on. it hurts to type because of the blisters that have developed on my hands, and its times like these when i realize i am so getting older…ouch! oh yeah and i took a day off from work to do this….