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The first years (2 or 3) that I lived in the country, I had a huge vegetables garden, growing practically everything I could get. I even tried artichokes. Then I realized how much work that is. Watering, weeding, caring, fighting bugs, screening, sheltering, supporting, picking, cleaning, washing, freezing, turning the soil before frost, fertilizing, mulching, composting, taking medications for the back pain, ...
Now I have only salads. And year in, year out, courgettes. Tomatoes are not so good here. I envy Tom's latitude.
Certainly, to put the little plants in the soil or seeing the seeds sprout is a very deep and intense pleasure.
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