Before we moved to Mayhew (in the Black Prairie, with its crazy soils), we had a big garden. The first year, I was in charge and it was organic. This meant pulling off the nasty tomato horn worms with my gloved hands, screeching as their little sucker feet clung to the plant, and smashing them with my hoe. Disgusting, but no pesticides were involved. I cleared grass by hand forever (we reclaimed some lawn space to make the garden), my sweet hubby surprised me with the romantic gift of soaker hoses, and …

Copyright Keri Collins Lewis 2005-2014. All rights reserved.