We cried it out loud. Without shame. Well, without too much shame, anyway. We were in over our heads.
We broke down and asked to borrow a rototiller.
We had wanted to avoid it because we had been told that it can cause a hard layer of dirt directly under where the tines spin that makes it hard for the roots to go deep. But we compromised. We borrowed the rototiller and will use it to bust up the top layer. Then, we'll take that layer of dirt out and break it up underneath with a gardening fork. Best of both worlds. And we won't still be digging come August. Of 2010.
Now, if the weather will just cooperate and let us finish the bed preparation, we'll be ready to get stuff in the ground soon. We did stick Meagan's rose bushes into part of one bed that was finished already. Our garden is mostly fruits and veggies, but we do plan on interspersing some flowers in it, both for beauty and for some companion planting. And with Meagan's middle name being Rose, we had to plant some. She has big plans of raising roses to sell. I don't know how well that will work, but she's determined to try.
In other news, I have beaten back the plague (mastitis). Man, that sure knocks you out. It's good to be back to 100%. I told Don that it was probably the digging in the garden that caused it. I don't think he believed me.