Well, I always wanted to live on a farm. Something about all that space and being surrounded by plants, I guess. Never happened, and at my age (none of your business, thank you) it’s not likely to. So hubby and I have a third of an acre in a development. It’s not our first adventure in suburban agriculture, but it’ll do. The central Delaware soil is a rich sandy loam, and we’re happy with that. The first summer’s harvest exceeded expectations, even planted late, (early June, after we bought the house in mid-May) without compost, with squirrels digging up the bean seeds and dogs rampaging through.
Ah, but we have plans. (Cue Bach’s Toccatta and Fugue in B Minor.) We’ll see how that goes, and as we find out, we’ll share it with you here.