Each year, as I till the soil in the veggie garden, I always dream that this will be the year that I achieve garden perfection… the way I remember my Daddy’s garden.
I’ve wondered if my memories were correct since I’ve come to believe that ‘perfection’ in the garden (at least without a team of full time gardeners)isn’t possible.
Then I came across this photo…
Just as I remembered! Perfect, soldier straight rows. Perfectly constructed support systems for the tomatoes. Perfect pathways to allow for easy picking. Perfectly edged. Perfectly WEEDLESS!
And notice the lawn… my Dad’s lawn was legendary… perfection in a mix of annual and perennial rye, never a weed, hand-mowed; kept at an inch long, it rivaled a golf course green.
I’m not sure how he did it, I don’t think I’ll ever achieve it, but it’s nice to know that it is possible and have something to strive for.
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