Previously at The Brambles there were two goats and a donkey. Their manure was piled between two sections of fencing until it formed a mound about four feet high. This mound, like every unattended bit of ground here, grew over with blackberry and dogbane and thistles and purple peavine.
Until this spring, when my mother-in-law spent two weeks digging out the roots and spreading the now-well-rotted muck, for me to have a vegetable garden.
So, Jane: vegetables! They are growing! The vigor of the weed seeds left in the soil has been … daunting … at times, but we have useful plants going all the same. A whole tomato forest. A whole hill of pumpkin vines. The seasons here aren’t the same as we’re used to: big slicing tomatoes, we’re told, will ripen in September. Ah, well. Good things come to those who wait.