The thought of pouring over seed catalogs in January, snipping fresh romaine, and getting my hands dirty ... soil caked under my nails ... is a thrill.
I love to be self-sustaining as much as I can.
But a roll-over car accident in 2000 almost ended this joy when I hurt my back and neck and couldn't bend or kneel like I used to.
There are times when the last thing I want to do is bend over and kneel to pull weeds ─: or even pick tomatoes. It hurts just to look at the garden when it's overgrown and uncared for. Weeds can take over so quickly that in just a few days my flowerbeds go from looking lush and gorgeous to a field gone to seed. Since my accidents, my low back and neck sometimes lock up on me and make it impossible to work in the garden.
But I'm a stubborn German just like my father. So stubborn, in fact, that not long after the second car accident, I snuck my mother-in-law's claw gripper ─: the one she uses to get cans off high shelves ─: out into the garden in hopes of weeding and caring for my flower beds.
I thought if I didn't bend (too much) I could still keep the garden looking nice. Dreams are good, aren't they? But I couldn't get the claw part to hang on to the weeds long enough. And pulling the trigger on that gripper handle hurt.
It started to feel like my favorite pastime was more like training for a triathlon than relaxation and fun. Who needs that?
I thought my gardening days were over. Until GardenRack. CHECK IT OUT --------->: