Before winter clamps down on my little 10' x 10' patch of dirt, let me recall the sweaty progress
from here to here!
After two weeks of digging out sod, we measured, dug, whacked and configured.
Then came the planting of seeds.
Which converts to green harmony each summer.
We had mothball-sized hail, and still the garden flourished. We had drowning rains and 1,000 year floods and my chard continues in spite of or actually, truthfully, in collusion with it all.
The spirit in soil can save us.
Stop what you're doing and go meet some dirt.