The yellow is roughly the edge of the garden bed. The left is the part I already did. You can hardly tell. Clover is tougher than advertised.
I borrowed a rototiller from a friend a couple of weekends ago and then it seemed like I either had time and no weather or weather and no time.
Or time and no energy.
But he needs the rototiller back which lit a fire under me to get this going.
The top picture is the main bed. I have been growing clover as a cover crop and I thought it was going to be a breeze but instead the stems are kinda ropey and they just get wound up in the blades like when you get hair or long strings of your disintegrating carpet wound around the vacuum floor brush roller.
After every row I would have to unplug it and then sit in the dirt and cut the stems off. Going more slowly or trying to break up the clover clumps in advance didn’t help.
I ran out of time because I had another situation to deal with so the main bed is only half done. I’m going to try to do it on Thursday after work.
This is the lower bed which did not have clover and was a breeze to do.
Using a rototiller is like wrestling a wild boar. It’s not like you smoothly drive it across the dirt. It’s bucking and pulling and jumping around.
Between prepping the beds for the rototiller and doing the job, I was exhausted. My arms were like noodles. But I slept like the dead.
