With the early arrival of spring in 2015, I set to work on my garden spot with a fiery drive to prove that I could in fact successfully grow a garden. I am not really sure who I was “proving it” to; maybe it was just to myself. The first order of business was a fence. A good one. I borrowed from my dad a post hole digger that was probably older than me and set to work digging holes. I certainly don’t think I could get any paying work digging post holes by hand but I got the job done and that was the important part. I did end up getting the last 4 posts pounded in with the tractor, which was much-appreciated help as I was getting very tired of the many rocks that I was discovering in my post holes. I managed to build a free fence using cedar posts I peeled, scavenged fencing wire and truck doors for a gate.
My garden spot needed to be tilled before I could plant so I borrowed my grandma’s tiny rototiller and made about a thousand trips around the garden but I finally got it all tilled. Planting commenced and things went well for the most part. I did have to replant some things and wage war on a giant ant hill but neither the calves or the deer could get to my garden.
It is now mid-July and I am actually harvesting produce from my garden! I am quite honestly a little bit shocked. Now I do have to say, my garden is a bit of a jungle, but I have decided I like it that way. I wage war on the weeds a couple times a week and I seem to be holding them back just enough. One thing remains unanswered: will my corn survive until harvest? I will have to get back with you on that one.