I’ve been having great ideals of a no till garden for almost the past two years. After last year almost killing me, the time it takes with a broad fork, and especially the toll it takes on my back, I decided to break out the tiller. It took me a little over an hour to do what was going to be a months worth of work. I suppose there have to be some compromises some places as I balance ideals and the reality of mortality. I’ll be getting seeds in the ground just in time for April showers now, which should prove for a lush garden.