The summer I first began gardening, I turned fresh compost into the beds, planted seeds, and watched the veggies grow—those I’d planted as well as an extraordinary number of squash upstarts. I thought those self-starters were wonderful and in a show of democracy accepted the compost’s contribution to my garden. Until squash vines choked out everything we’d planted and left us in the fall with a pile of uneatable gourds.
A tender heart does not a good gardener make. (more…)