Okay. Time to spill. This last week in Bozeman has been a trial.
All I've wanted to do: rip up some sod in the ol' backyard, amend some soil whose health is decent at best, and plant some of Fishers' finest seeds. All I seem to be getting: rain.
There were some glorious plans to plant by the moon cycle. They got washed away when I saw the first wavelength of light after days of absence. Then I tried my best to lighten my load--to not compact the soil when it was so obviously… Continue