I try to do as much as I can by hand in the garden.
This is partially because I try to live as frugally as possible. But it’s also because I’m unwaveringly stubborn. Just ask my wife!
When we first started our market garden, I had grand delusions of farming 3 acres with only a tiller, a hoe and blind determination. Thinking about it now it just seems silly. But back then it felt almost revolutionary. As a contrary farmer, I wanted to buck the modern day reliance on heavy machinery and destructive farming practices. At the time, one man farming vegetables by hand sounded romantic.
It only took a few months for me to realize I needed more in my arsenal than just elbow grease and zealous idealism. Romanticism goes out the door real quick when the weeds are 8 feet high and your hoe not long…