It felt like winter would never end, and like waiting would never cease, and then suddenly the ground that was frozen a week ago is percolating snowmelt and begging for onion sets and carrot seeds. We have a new dirt mover and a bid for a giant deer fence coming in and we are finally, officially, off to the races.
We’ve planned an 8 plot garden for the year, which will accommodate an 8-year rotation. We’re looking in to getting ducks: any suggestions? We’re aiming for half an acre this year, which sounds like nothing. But when I’m standing in the corner of the field looking out and imagining it all tilled, hilled, and sprouting, I wonder how anyone ever got the nerve to go bigger.
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