Part garden archive. Part field journal. Part Outlet,
I started growing in 2017 in Massachusetts, mostly guessing. I'm now in year 9 in southern NH and the garden is bigger, the mistakes are more interesting, and Bohdi is always in the way.
This site exists so I can look back — and so anyone who finds it as fun as I do can look too. I'm not hiding my experience and I'm not flaunting it. It's just documented.
This season, I decided to run a small gardening experiment, one that leans into efficiency, curiosity, and a bit of backyard science: cloning tomato plants using nothing more than water, patience, and a pair of pruning shears.
Last summer I decided to try something a little different in my garden. I planted green beans and corn together in two large raised beds, each measuring 8 feet by 3 feet, and the results absolutely blew me away.
I just wanted to get a head start before the next day. A 32-pack of Jiffy strips, a quiet evening, and a simple plan. Then the tray started falling apart and I got angrier than any gardener has a right to get — and then something clicked.
Conventional wisdom says give everything room. I disagreed. Here's what happened.
Bohdi doesn't garden. He supervises. He sits in exactly the spot you need to kneel and doesn't move. He has never once let a suspicious squirrel go unchallenged and he has never once actually caught one. He is Year 9's most important addition to the operation.