But to get to that beautiful lack of weeds later, I first have to install all that fabric, along with the drip tape and fertilizer. And since it's the first year, I also have to make holes in it for planting.
Every day is a day to learn on the farm. This poem, with pictures, sums up the week's most meaningful lesson. I thought a limerick might be the most fitting form.
A knife is a slow way to chop
holes in the fabric for crops.
I recently read
you can burn them instead.
And you can! But they don't always stop.
All's well that ends well, I always say. The tomatoes are in!