Early May 2007. False alarm! No Garden.

The bare patch of dirt overlooked by my bathroom window went pretty fast. Although I applied as quickly as I possibly could, all the plots were spoken for. In a matter of days, most of the dirt was in neat cultivated rows. A few days after that there were teeny tiny little patches of green on those rows and mounds. The dirt that was not cultivated appeared to be doing even better. Apparently some gardeners were neglecting their parcels, and these were each an uninterrupted blanket of green at an ever increasing height. But no plot for me.