Looking West on the North side of the house |
My dad's vegetable garden is pristine. The rows of veggies are perfectly lined in straight rows with plenty of room to walk between the lush green plants. There's not a weed to be found. And he doesn't even mulch because he doesn't have to. While he sleeps at night, he can hear the errant weed break soil and try to grow. The next morning, he plucks the intruder before it can even photosynthesize enough sun to start growing for real.