A friend in Wyoming called me Squirrel. I earned that nickname because every year in August I froze, canned and dehydrated everything in the garden. I stuffed the crochet and sewing projects in the back room and let the books founder unread in a heap. I even suspended camping for harvest season because August is…
In Wyoming, Arizona, and elsewhere I spent untold hours prepping the garden soil. My annual task was getting enough nutrients in the grainy, alkaline, native soils to support the growth of lush tomatoes and crisp cucumbers. In Wyoming, I hauled in hundreds of 5-gallon buckets filled with manure from the fairgrounds and then layered on…
I am so happy to tell you my new yard already has a garden area! What a gardener’s dream: not starting from scratch in a new place. The garden is exactly 1/2 the size of my Wyoming garden, which is perfect. I don’t need to feed the whole town! Took me quite a while to…