I just moved over the winter, so I was only recently able to set up one of the two raised beds in the new yard. It is filled with arborist woodchips which are heating up like compost, so I’m gonna let them cook over the winter and fill the rest with half topsoil/half compost for perennial veggies/fruits, and the other will have the same woodchips and Mel’s Mix on top for annual veggies.

My herbs and strawberries are doing okay, but I can already tell that I’m going to have to go to war against squirrels, raccoons, possums, and skunks.

I would really love to know what sort of thing makes one person so obsessed with this story. Was there trauma involving a body of water in your youth?