The land in my neighborhood should never have been built upon. It's wetland, the soil is sandy clay, and it floods. My folks didn't know that when they bought this place. But we sure found out fast when we moved here. My feeling, now that the property is mine, is that the best way to maintain the land here is to let most of it re-wild, so that's what I've done.
But I still want to be able to grow at least some of my own food even though it's just not possible to dig a proper garden anywhere on the 2 1/3 acres. So, I've managed for the past decade to create a vegetable and herb garden of sorts. It's not pretty and it's definitely not perfect but it's not bothering anybody because no one can see directly into my backyard anyhow. And it is something I can manage largely by myself inspite of my health problems.
The garden is on my mind a lot right now. I couldn't work it last year so there will be a lot of clearing to do. But the garden is ready to welcome me back; I know because I found spearmint still growing out there yesterday when I visited the garden for a think.
Here's what it looked like at the start of the season three years ago:
Yes, it's made of buckets and bathtubs and whatever else comes to hand. But it's my garden and it's really dear to my heart. I'm gonna start some seeds in the house soon, and I'm looking forward to watching things grow.