I live at the bottom of an ancient ocean. No, really. I didn’t grow up in Texas, so I missed the memo that this entire region—this Blackland Prairie—was once part of a shallow, tropical sea. Yes, sea. The Western Interior Seaway, to be exact. So when I dig my hands into this black, heavy clay, […]
We hated the clay soil underneath our garden beds. It was dense, heavy, and unforgiving. Plants struggled to take root and thrive in it. But weeds? Weeds had no problem taking over. I hated that soil. So we got to work. A light till. Organic matter. Compost layered on top. We left the roots of […]