Freedom, I’m in awe of your green thumb. My grandfather would have liked you. Mountain, My grandfather rarely purchased seeds. He saved bulbs and seeds from one year to plant the next. Again, I wish I had paid more attention. I wish he was still here. *sniff*
I do recall helping him gather. Sometimes we’d go out and I’d see a huge okra pod or something and would try to pick it but he’d stop me and tell me not to pick that one because he was letting it go to seed.
Here’s the garden spot prior to tilling.
After breaking ground the first time.
And the second time, after tilling the opposite direction.
I’m not sure how much you can really tell by some crappy cell phone pictures, but there it is. I know it’s nothing to those who have more experience, but I’m proud so far and that’s what counts. =-)