It was pouring rain when Pat and I went to the Ohio CityFarm Stand. We’ve been going there
weekly since it opened last year. Check out the link. It tells the story much
better than I can.Imagine our chagrin
when the farm stand window was closed. Sean, the farm's manager, had told us
that as long as someone was there, he would pick for us.The benefits of being one of the regulars is
a cool thing. The vegetables we got were
literally on the plant till they were picked for us.
I never touched a plant till Pat and I moved to Cleveland from Chicago. Our house came with trees and trees and more trees. it also came with overgrown landscaping that hadn't been tended to for 15 years. Pat's always been the gardener. I love hanging out with Pat and I know how to use a shovel. Along the way I discovered a love of gardening. But first, We had to take 12 trees down and 40 dead bushes out. Hosta, ligularia, and sedum are my favorite plants.
Our yard is clay. Clay, clay and more clay. Clay all the way to the center of the earth. The people at the conservation district told us that " we're at the wrong end of the glacier". I nodded the nod of the intimidated and have repeated it ever since. We are true belivers in sweet peet and work in 15 yards every spring. Our back yard faces north and is a good 6 feet lower than the house. Most of the back yard is moist year round. Except for the north east corner, the yard is under shade or partial shade. The front yard is mainly sunny. We are in zone 5b.