As my family stood on the side-lines laughing at me wading through muck with a rented rototiller, I knew I'd already won. Yes, it was hard work and I usually ended up with a migraine from the heat but I continued to plow. Later I had to put up chicken wire as I watched bunnies go into convulsions at all the free produce being grown. Every day I was in that garden working. I even had people stop just to admire all the work I'd done. And it payed off. I canned enough tomatoes to feed a small army. I did that without the help of anyone. So here's Cub's beginnings on land that hasn't been used in years. It's a start and others ARE watching. Including myself, The Amateur Gardner Who Will Not Listen To Anyone.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
I can recall about 15 years ago telling my mother that I was renting a tiller and was going to have a huge garden in our back yard. Both my mother and brother laughed at me. We lived on a half acre and I was a small person who was determined to have fresh, organic produce even if it killed me!