It could be I over ’tilled’. (I don’t think My Loving Spouse would agree, as the truth is, I hardly ’tilled’ at all.) Still, I am really sore, move my arms any which way and why do they hurt sore. Rototilling… it seems like it ought to be easy, but so far, I haven’t developed my rototilling rhythm. The rototiller either wants to get away from you racing off to dig up dirt you don’t want dug up or burrowing down deeper and deeper, digging a very deep hole to…China, I think. The only thing that keeps a rototiller on course is upper body strength and it would seem that this strength is a completely different upper body strength than the kind I developed from whacking/splitting wood.
So here we are, a wonderful cloudy gray Sunday, arms hurt, more tilling that needs to be done to ready our vegetable garden and NO football to stay inside and watch…. maybe I’ll go check on Our Friend the Farmer’s cows…
That makes my little rototiller look so tiny! And now you have your own–remember our gardening day? My arms are shot today from sanding–I’ve been refinishing old furniture. Sore, but happy. Love you.
Always remember our rototilling day! You are one of my gardening heros! Owning your own rototiller in the city! LOVE you!