Ah, to this day I still remember my first gardening experience. It was such a disaster that I didnt think I would ever want to garden again. I almost decided to turn my casual hobby into the most rage-inducing topic you could possibly bring up to me.
It all started a few weeks after I moved in to my first house. I was excited just to have my own grass to mow, since I had been in apartments and condos for quite a while. In between plans to paint walls and renovate the inside to exactly how I like, I thought it would be a good idea to start a fruit garden so that I could have some fresh produce and put my yard to use. At that point I didnt really know anything at all about gardening. But still in my spunky youthful years, I decided I didnt need help. How hard could it be to start a garden and grow stuff? After all, it happens in nature all the time and nobody even has to do anything.
I already had a grassless patch in my yard where it looked like the previous owner had attempted a garden. But any attempt they had made turned out to be an utter travesty. The area was full of rocks and weeds, with no signs of any agreeable plants. I spent several hours of work spread...