“I want my own patch!” Angus said every spring. “I am going to have carrots, lots of carrots. They’ll be mine.”
“Me, too,” my other son, Charles, would chime in. “But I am going to have lots of vegetables, like tomatoes and radishes.”
Every May we stand, looking at six raised beds in a part of the yard that was a driveway when we bought the house. The first thing we did that April, 1996, was move the 10-foot-high arborvitae hedge that ran between a little garage and the house to the far side of the driveway, to create a sheltered, south-facing spot for a vegetable garden.