No More Gardening, Let's Go Fishing!

I quit gardening this year.

For the second time.

No more tilling, planting, weeding, watering, or harvesting for me.

My family always grew a large vegetable garden, and I was required to work in it. Once I left home, I vowed to never garden again, a vow I kept until I began growing gardens of my own.

I had a small garden in Livingston, and a bit larger one in Bozeman, but it was in Malta where I really cut loose. My first garden here was a 15 x 40-foot plot soon followed by another of the same size. Eventually, I added another 40 x 80-foot space dedicated to beans and corn.

What Barb and I did...