The Plan

Our suburb has this fantastic deal over the summer: pay them $49 and they will assign you a 25' x 30' plot of land that they "turn over" for you in May and which you can turn into a veritable Utopia of Edibles.  (But act soon, because there's only 1 plot left!)

Yes, by the time we'd called the park district, all but one plot had been taken: Plot Number 3.  We were, understandably, a little worried.  What was wrong with Plot Number 3?  Was it in a flood plane?  Was it under a  crosshatch of electrical wires?  Was it the repository of a chemical dump, whereby the veggies were ENORMOUS yet anyone who ate them gradually developed a faint greenish glow and bore children with the propensity for extra digits and a third eye?  

We made an investigation of the proposed location of Plot Number 3.  On first (and second) glance, there appeared to be nothing dubious about the location (no glowing clumps of earth, no alien-like, green tendrils snaking heavenwards from mysterious crevasses), except, perhaps, a greater hike to the water pump and a tendency toward shade in the late afternoons.  Laura and I measured, examined, took notes (like we really know what we're doing, here) and then exchanged an identical glance, shrugged and told the park district we'd take it!

Future Site of Plot #3

The Ground - Up Close & Personal