Gardening becomes less enjoyable as we get older. The exertion itself, but particularly the bending and the lifting, ceases to be a fun challenge. There’s different way to continue doing what you like to do—grow your own food.
My ground gardens are now fallow and probably will stay that way, but I’m growing my fresh food in two table gardens that stand in plain view from my front door. Each is thirty inches high with a soil area of ten square feet of nine inch depth.
At present, Bed #1 has the remains of last summer’s plantings, Large Cherry tomatoes, onions and chard. It’s waiting for transplants of winter varieties. Bed #2 is crowded with seedlings of broccoli, chard, kale, and salad greens. In a few days, as soon as they are big enough, I’ll transplant them in an orderly arrangement into Bed#1. Some seedlings will be left where they germinated, to give me a later harvest.
Both beds have been filled to the brim with good garden soil, fortified with steer manure, ammonium phosphate and soil sulfur and later, when the plants are fully established they’ll get light dressings of Mac’s Magic Mix to stimulate rapid growth.
I’m watering by hand every other day but am thinking of providing the beds with a drip system together with a timer.
The tables are out in the sunshine where they can be seen from my living room and from where I anxiously watched them germinate. Surprisingly, birds didn’t gobble them up, partly because I used a lightweight fabric to cover them but I think my two cats helped.