Our first soil test came back. Composite 3 out of 100.
Mathematically, we could have been infinitely worse.
But in any school, that’s a failure.
Three years now, we’ve blessed the land.
Manure. Compost. Worms. Wood chips. Spoiled hay. Minerals. Manure.
The land gains in richness, fertility, health.
I wonder if God cries over his hard soil.
For the weeds.
For the wild plants.
The unproductive.
It’s not easy being a gardener.
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