My dad taught me the pleasure of watching something grow that you had put in the ground when I was about 10 years old. Since then, there have been few years when I haven’t at least grown some tomatoes, beans and squash. Last year my wife and I sold the suburban home where we raised our boys to young adulthood, and bought the remnant of a dairy farm which had operated until the early 1980s. Beating back 20 years of brush and briars has been a challenge, but I now have the space to grow more than we can eat, can, freeze, and give away.
I’d like to share some of my toils, successes and failures, and maybe learn a few things from other gardeners, like how to deal with tomato blossom end rot, and what to do with all that squash and zucchini that seems to show up in July.