Some years back my hubbie built me an small area for a compost. He went to all the trouble of constructing chain link fencing and everthing to even adding a small gate.We would take out kitchen waste and toss it in. Honestly that was about the time too that I started noticing that every time I would go out and turn and twist the pile my lower back would start hurting very badly. I think that was the first signs of the deteration but who knew?
Anyhow, as we we tossed things like potatos, carrots, onion peelings, tomatoes and other veggies scraps in I would have these plants start to emerage. I got about 10 tomatoe plants and a few potatoes out'a that heap. I never once thought about the seeds sprouting in all that grass clippings.
Now the fence area is all grown over in brush and stuff that we haven't cut down in years. I don't mind though cause now the little chickadee birds have turned in into a nesting area every summer.
It's in the spring that I miss my grandmother the most. That woman could grow anything anywhere at anytime. As I grew up, I would stay with her most of the time and I can't tell you the times we would be driving and she would pull over off the road and dig up a plant that she saw and liked and would just hop out'a the car and dig. She always carried a small shovel, bucket, and plastic bag in the trunk.
Thanks Dan for adding this sight to the board. I just noticed it and have learned a few tips. Now I can't wait for spring and to start getting my hands dirty.
Memaw