Breaking new ground with a mere Tiller amounts to Torture. My shoulders hurt. My back has aches in places it never has before, & my hands despite the gloves hurt from keeping a deathgrip on the tiller so it don't get away. I've given a name to my torture device. I call it "Hoppin John", cuz it always jumping around & sum times tries to run away from me. I yank it back into place with raw muscle power. I tilled for about 5 hours Friday, 3 1/2 Saturday, & more to go today. When breaking new ground with a tiller, progress is measured in inches forward & inches deep. Yesterday I prematurely picked up a truckload of mixed compost at Spindale Mulch. They was kind enough to mix it up for me. It consists of one scoop mushroom compost, one scoop organic food compost, & one scoop 8 year old leaf compost. The 'shroom compost stinks to high heaven. Its supposed to be spread over garden after I get the breaking ground tilling done. Then I'm to till it into the soil. The man at Spindale mulch said all the ground in this area is that red clay. He also recommended I come back this week an get one scoop dolemite lime to spread over it & till it in. I suspect he must hate me to want me to have yet another go round with Hoppin John. Sadly, I'll prolly do it. Luckily Hoppin John seems to be happier than a pig in mud when going thru previously tilled soil. Still got about a quarter to go ground breaking. Sumone shoot me? Please? My dream to sum day have ten acres of land now most definitely include a dang TRACTOR!!!