If this forum ever forms a softball team, maybe we should call ourselves the Inevitable Yankees.I know that I shall be met at the outset by that inevitable Yankee question, "Does a garden pay?"
I might answer indignantly, does it pay to kiss your wife, to dandle your baby, or to go back to the past, to look at the choir, or do anything else agreeable to human nature?
Is the gain in health, strength, and happiness, which this Eden form of recreation secures, to be gauged by the dollar symbol?
My fig survived the winter without protection. Thunderstorms in February. I am in quite the muddle, literally and figuratively, trying to figure out what to do about spring planting. "As soon as the ground can be worked"...has always struck me as overly vague instruction, since I would likely be creating something more like an impenetrable clay-lined coffin than a fluffy bed, if I were to set shovel to soil at this juncture in my region.