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Spades, sweat and a different kind of sporting spirit

Not every Hawkesbury athlete wears boots or carries a bat. Some head into the garden armed with a spade.

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While cricket pitches, netball courts and football fields attract their share of weekend action, another group is quietly putting in the effort across the district’s backyards, vegetable patches and flower beds.

Their equipment includes wheelbarrows, secateurs and watering cans. Their opponents? Weeds, stubborn soil and the occasional snail with an appetite for seedlings.

Gardening is generally considered recreation rather than sport, but anyone who has spent a morning digging a garden bed might argue that the distinction offers little comfort to tired muscles.

There is lifting, carrying, bending, stretching and plenty of walking. A load of mulch can turn an ordinary Saturday into a workout, particularly when the wheelbarrow route includes a hill.

Unlike organised sport, gardening rarely comes with a whistle, a scoreboard or someone reminding you that half-time has arrived. The weeds certainly do not observe the break.

There is skill involved, too. Knowing when to plant, how much to water and which position will suit a particular plant takes observation and experience. Even seasoned gardeners can find themselves outplayed by the weather.

And while most backyard efforts are personal rather than competitive, the sporting spirit is never far away.

There are prized roses, carefully tended vegetables and that friendly rivalry over who can produce the first ripe tomato of the season. Garden shows and produce competitions give growers the chance to put their results before a judge.

Across the Hawkesbury, where farming and growing are woven into local life, a garden can also become a place for sharing. Excess seedlings travel over fences, lemons find their way onto neighbours’ kitchen benches and advice passes between generations.

The rewards arrive at their own pace: a flower opening, a meal made with homegrown produce or a shady corner finally taking shape.

There may be no premiership trophy waiting beside the compost bin. But for those heading outside this weekend, there is satisfaction in putting in the work and watching something grow.

Just remember to call your own drinks break.

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