or at least it feels like one.
In the course of digging my garden, I have come across:
1/2 of a bone
1 souvenir-type bicycle license plate from California that says JOSHUA
1 piece of some kind of gear
1 metal tube, rusted, and filled with soil
and, of course:
lots of earthworms
a snake hole, I think
rotted tree roots
tons of ants
It's been fun. And I'm not quite done. Beds 1 and 2 are complete and ready for planting. Bed #3 has been single-dug (as in, all the soil removed to one spade's depth); next up is to turn the next spade's-depth worth of soil with a pitchfork, then put a layer of compost on top of that, and then return the topsoil to the bed. Bed #3 has been my most efficient yet, with the single-digging taking an hour and a half. The turning and composting is fairly quick, and I hope to get that done today. The most tedious part for me is breaking up the clods of topsoil so that the top of the bed is airy and ready for new roots to dig in.
I hope to plant the first seeds in the garden by the end of the week, and my seedlings that I started inside are doing well already.
I'm finding gardening to be very addictive...