I absolutely love the title of this new thread. Too cute. Okay, I'll jump in.
After being injured at work several years ago I could not do much of anything...and that included gardening. After one year with zero gardens, I said, (pardon my choice of words), Damn it!! I will find a way to garden!
The doctors said I was permanently disabled; no, I would not accept that. I was not ready to give up,
I limped out to the backyard, clumsily sat on a plastic milk crate with a scuffle hoe (hula hoe to @philipwonel
) and pushed that hoe back and forth using just one arm. My fat butt fell through the plastic crate
so I put a 2 x 12 on top of the crate and kept working. Sometimes I fell off the crate. But I did not give up. I wanted a patch of weed-free soil to plant a garden.
Okay, that wasn't working too well - it was taking too long. So I decided container gardening might work. I used the evil broken plastic milk crate, lined it with a trash bag, filled it with potting soil. Do you have any idea how long it takes to fill something like that using only a little hand trowel and one hand? Like, forever. But I did it. Then I found more containers and filled them. Since I could not bend I put the containers up on some aquarium stands that folks had discarded at the roadside - just the right height for me to garden while sitting...on a lawn chair. I already learned not to trust milk cartons made of plastic.
My container garden was outside the door so I could access it easily. I had tomatoes, peppers, parsley, mint, and I forget what else but to me it was the most beautiful garden ever. Ten or twelve ramshackle pots and in my eyes, it was a garden.
As I worked outside I gradually got better. Sunshine, fresh air, and a positive attitude. Never give up. Even when every medical person and all their fancy degrees tell you that you cannot do something, prove them wrong. Just do it anyway. No one can stop a determined gardener.