I’ve always wanted a terraced garden, and the sloping hillsides on No Rhyme or Reason Farm definitely need terracing. A match made in heaven, I suppose, except for the sweating and sore muscles that came along with it. My new fenced in space is now terraced for all the things that will permanently reside in the garden — fruit trees, raspberry bushes, blueberry bushes, strawberries and asparagus. And I have space left over in the lower part of the garden for potatoes and squash and whatever else I can shoe-horn in as the growing season gets going.
Now I just have to be patient and wait — and wait — and wait for the fruits of our labors.