Two weekends, two trips to Home Depot, two very large truck loads of perfectly enriched and expertly mulched garden soil, and two trips to two different greenhouses.
The garden spot I chose proved to be more challenging than I’d anticipated.
Though strategically situated to keep my veggies moderately safe from my dig-happy dogs and the neighborhood’s corn-loving deer, my garden plot was really just a neglected area of my yard. I spent the first morning raking a season’s worth of oak leaves out of my future garden and into an amazingly large pile. Underneath the leaves I found a forest of scraggly weeds. Many of them were thorny and unpleasant and generally against being removed.
After I picked several spikes out of my bleeding thumbs, I marked where the raised beds would go, and started trying to turn the soil in each area. Not only was my dirt impossibly infertile
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