I had a go at the garden out front today. It needed it. I had a big whack at it just as we got back, and it was still a disaster, my how things GROW while you're away.
A friend lent me a hoe to do the dirty deed, and it was amazingly efficient, though I do have to say that at the moment the poor thing looks like a convention of moles went on some kind of vodka fed orgy and they left nothing but the tattered remains behind. Good grief, but there is more to do.
No photos yet, but next on my agenda is some mulch, I can watch the poor thing drying up. First I want to level it out though, now that it is all nicely stirred, it has all sorts of weird hillocks and divots.
No photos yet, though I do have a before, I was too tired for the after. Hoe's were designed to do as much damage to the human anatomy as possible. Any tool that requires you to work standing with your torso parallel with the ground for hours at a time was designed by someone evil.
There has to be a better way.
I do have to say that it worked like a charm though, and having never really used one before I am fairly certain that my technique left a little to be desired.
I did keep having images in my mind of early settlers heading out to the fields with a hoe on their shoulders and wild grass as far as the eye could see....and slaves in cotton fields.....and I was very glad that my garden is small, my ambitions smaller and I can quit whenever I want.