I started digging the garden today in my quest for my own home grown flax:
I am quite tired now. I have spent practically my entire adult life living in apartments and am wimpy about digging. I figure that if I dig about this much every day left this week, I will be ready to plant on the weekend.
It is not as hard as I anticipated. I grew up on glacial till, and there are more rocks in that dirt than you can shake a stick at. It might have given me a distorted view of how hard gardening is.
I plan on going to my local yarn store and looking at spinning wheels etc. on the weekend. It’s all coming together.