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My mom (DUer Raven, who often posts down here) had an AMAZING garden last year, which she really didn't get started with until late last summer. Cucumbers like nuclear submarines, tomatoes like softballs, corn, beans, potatoes, the works. She LOVED it, and was able to donate bales of produce to the local food bank.
And then winter came along. She pulled up what was left and built a compost pile, laid down newspapers over the soil, covered it with hay...and has been waiting ever since. Picture a woman looking out the window at a snowcovered field, chin in hand, knowing there's a garden under there waiting to happen. That's Raven.
Memorial Day weekend was her target-date to get the garden going...and it is now upon us. I'm going up to her place this weekend to see her, and dollars to donuts says she'll be covered in dirt and grinning from ear to ear.
Oh, after the snow finally melted, she took a peek under the newspaper and hay to see what was what. She found garlic running riot all over the soil, growing even in the dark and cold.
Gonna be a good year for mom, I think. Dirty fingernails = joy.
:)
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