Back in spring I was an innocent lamb. I planted and I planted — with nary a care for what weeds might rear their ugly heads come June.
I didn’t think about yield or much else, I just wanted to tuck little baby plants into healthy soil.
Back in spring I was an innocent lamb. I planted and I planted — with nary a care for what weeds might rear their ugly heads come June.
I didn’t think about yield or much else, I just wanted to tuck little baby plants into healthy soil.
Double Decker Farm, by all logical accounts, is crazy. What we have here is a two-level gardening situation and last time I checked, I am still just one person.