Let’s face it. Gardening? Might seem like a harmless activity, but it’s hell on the body. All that bending? Kills the back. All that crawling around in the dirt? Might seem like fun to some people, but the knees! The knees!
I know. I sound like I’m Methuselah or something. But I swear to you, this is brutal stuff, and I haven’t even started talking about mosquitoes. Or earwigs.
This is why I squealed with delight when we rounded the corner of a house in Alameda during the Bay-Friendly Garden Tour and spotted a whole series of raised beds. And I’m not talking just slightly raised beds, people. I’m talking way the heck up.
OSHA would be proud. These beds? Utterly ergonomic.
Not only that, but my OCD tendencies positively purred when I noticed the elevated wooden beds had perfect little square boxes that held each plant.
And there were maps that charted out the whole planting pattern.
Now, my OCD side loved this, but the other side of me, the side that, some days, decides there is really no reason to make the bed nor hang up my clothes, shuddered a little bit. I don’t know that I could necessarily make a plan that involved rows and rows of perfect lettuce.
OK, maybe I could make the plan. But executing it would definitely be harder. Even at a comfortable, ergonomically-correct height.