French breakfast radishes grown in compost
When I moved to my home here in Baristaville almost three years ago, my backyard was a wasteland of weeds and trees surrounded by a chain-link fence. It was home to not one flower but only vagabond families of banjo pickin’ raccoons who would laugh and carry on tipping my garbage cans over every night, leaving a hilly-billy mess all over my driveway. During my quiet desperation to transform this mass of weeds into a garden, I found myself listening to Mike McGrath on “You Bet Your Garden” while he explained that hauling away leaves to the curb was like throwing away gold for your garden.
So basically I could save myself the back breaking work of bagging 8,000 leaves by creating a compost pile. Where do I sign? This was my kind of Kool-Aid. Continue Reading
