I was almost there.
Yesterday I scooped and re-tilled all the trenches on the newer, eastern half of the garden. It still needs one more round. A trump card arrived, however, the day before in the form of 50 asparagus crowns that rather quickly need to get under ground. That portion -- near but outside the basic square -- had not yet even been started. I had ordered the crowns in December and after following up a week ago learned that they were to be shipped this week. At that point I still hadn't settled on a location for their bedding, nor read up on how they should be planted. With other work pressing in on the schedule, I mentally set that learning and digging curve aside in favor of the task at hand.
Until the box arrived on Wednesday afternoon; a box containing two bundles of roots -- Purple Passion and Jersey Supreme, 25 of each -- with a sheet of instructions calling for spacing 14"-16" apart, in trenches 6"-8" deep. A rough calculation of mid-point spacing made my shoulders slump. 62.5-feet more trenching suddenly presented itself, with the bold and italicized proviso that all this should be completed ASAP. By the time my energies were depleted and daylight was eroding, I had the new trenches half completed, with the original trenches still needing their final round.
Just as predicted, we woke to thunder and lightening and moderately heavy rain. A half-inch, although two or more inches are anticipated tonight and tomorrow and perhaps beyond. Even with intervening sunlight, the soil will likely be too muddy to work for days. Meanwhile I nurse naked asparagus crowns and supervise incompletion.
At least my body is smiling.
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