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My back still aches when I think about the spring of 1998. I was determined to grow the perfect collection of rare orchids and heirloom vegetables, but my overwatered greenhouse…
My lower back still protests when I recall digging my first deep border in heavy, cold clay. That was back in the mid-nineties, a time when I believed gardening was…
My lower back is screaming at me today. That is the inevitable price of spending six hours hauling wet, heavy leaf mold across my clay-heavy garden plot. But as the…
My lower back still aches from yesterday’s session digging out a stubborn patch of bindweed that invaded my herb bed. I spent three hours untangling a cheap green hose that…
My old knees still complain when the damp autumn chill creeps into the soil. After thirty years of digging in the dirt, I have learned that nature rarely does what…
My lower back still twinges when I recall the dry summer of 2005. I spent three grueling weeks hauling heavy limestone blocks to build my first circular raised bed in…
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