Patti has been working on the front yard. She is meticulous where I would be utilitarian. When she has completed a section it is pretty, perfectly spaced, and things look groomed. There is a downside to it though: She has planted 12 out of the approximately 40 tomato plants that will go up there while busting her butt for a week. Number I have planted? 0. Hard to complain when that has been my total.
I did, very slowly, plant some beans yesterday. Pole beans specifically at the bases of trellises and fences in the back yard. One 12′ section of Christmas Lima, and a 6′ section each of Golden of Bacau and Hidatsa Shield beans. Total time? An hour. Still stupid slow, and I was dripping sweat by the time I was done. Most of the work was done on my knees, as that is the only way I can get my hands near the ground. It is not comfortable, but other than some soreness in my legs today, and sleeping for 13 hours last night, I seem none the worse for wear.
I need people not hobbled by infirmity or OCD to be doing this. <sigh>
