My First Gardening Experience
Ah, to this day I still remember my first gardening experience.
It wassuch a disaster that I didnt think I would ever want to garden again.
Ialmost decided to turn my casual hobby into the most rage-inducing topicyou could possibly bring up to me.
It all started a few weeks after I moved in to my first house.
I wasexcited just to have my own grass to mow, since I had been in apartmentsand condos for quite a while.
In between plans to paint walls and renovatethe inside to exactly how I like, I thought it would be a good idea tostart a fruit garden so that I could have some fresh produce and put myyard to use.
At that point I didnt really know anything at all aboutgardening.
But still in my spunky youthful years, I decided I didnt needhelp.
How hard could it be to start a garden and grow stuff? After all, ithappens in nature all the time and nobody even has to do anything.
I already had a grassless patch in my yard where it looked like theprevious owner had attempted a garden.
But any attempt they had madeturned out to be an utter travesty.
The area was full of rocks and weeds,with no signs of any agreeable plants.
I spent several hours of workspread over several days to clear out the entire area, leaving nothing butdirt.
At that point, however, I didnt realize the difference betweendirt
