A good indicator of a person’s character is the state of their garden in its second year. Anyone can make a nice garden the first year. It’s easy. The frames are brand spanking new, the potting soil is straight out of the bag, and everything is growing in exactly the right spot. Year two is where you can separate the workers from the sluggards with a quick glance toward the raised beds. This is where we discover that I am a lazy person who does not deserve to eat homegrown vegetables because I gave up on gardening way too easily.
First of all, I waited too long to start working the garden this year because it was hot. It was more than hot; it was horrible, humid, the-air-is-too-thick-to-breathe, midwestern death weather. So I was at least three weeks late getting anythin…..