So, I phoned ahead, right, and asked for a strip of land to be tilled for my baby trees. What I didn’t know was that there was a 3/4″-thick piece of rebar in the soil, dropped carelessly in days gone by, that would break a tine off the tiller. Oops! What I also didn’t know was that the ground was sporting a beautiful crop of shepherd’s purse, about ten days from harvest.
And People Call it a Weed…
… and till it up to plant later crops that taste half as good.
Ooops! What a salad we could have made!