maeve, you've identified some chores that indicate you have a much larger garden operation than I have. The luxury of a greenhouse—it's on my "one of these days" list.

I do have "decluttering" to do in the yard this weekend, jusch as to finish with bags of mulch and soil that I bought last year (before the plastic breaks down and I can't move it without a shovel).

Here is a blurb from Aslett:

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sub chapter Blue Ribbon Junkees

Talks about farmers having the space to park things farther and farther back, and if they have a welder, then everything is "repairable."

He concludes:

Brethren of the soil, I've struggled with this myself through two generations of farms and ranches and most of it is clutter! Haul if off and plant something—you'll reduce the rattlesnake breeding grounds and help prevent injuries and divorces, as well as the profanities you utter every time you're looking through it for a part.

I love farm women—they're the real class and beauty of the world's womanhood, so I won't mention the fact that they are also the champion bottle collectors of the world, the garden junk accumulators of all time, the sewing scrap savers supreme, queens of the recipe collectors, and of course the cellar shelf fillers without equal. Farm folk, de-junk—and the junkyard won't know what hit it!

This could explain some of my clutter/packrat genes. My mother grew up on a farm.

SRS