Previously I posted about doing things the hard way and the pressure to use the machines that make life easier. Yesterday, I had reached the limit of my endurance. I looked out on a field where I was not even 1/4 of the way done with the tilling that I had been doing with a broadfork and saw in my future hundreds of hours of hard physical labor. Sure, I liked the results I was getting but unneeded a quick fix.
I got out the rototiller, put gas in it and started it up. I took it down to the fields and ran it up and down the first row until it was tilled. It was much easier this year than last year and took a fraction of the time as the broadfork method.
I moved on to the second row and thought of the time I was saving. I looked back at the row I had just tilled and saw the grass and weeds that had been obliterated by the tiller. Then I thought if the rhizomes that I had broken up into countless pieces that would all grow into more weeds. I thought of the destruction to the soil, and the worms, and the microbial life. I thought of the weeding I would have to do as the rhizomes grew. I thought of the rototiller loosening soil to 6-8 inches awhile my broadfork would loosen soil to 10-14 inches.
I stopped the rototiller and I went and picked up the broadfork. I spent the rest of the day prepping a single garden bed. It was far superior to the results I was getting from the rototiller. I contemplated selling the rototiller, but I think it has its place. We plan on expanding our garden and that would mean changing pasture into garden. The rototiller is the best way to do that (for the amount of space we will be doing), but otherwise, I am ready to sell the tiller.