Our home shares an acre with our chickens, and the creek and wooded area run behind our house. The deer share the creek and trees with the skunks, possums, ducks, turtles, and armadillos. It is pretty, but this clay earth needs help growing things.
I have a little spot for a garden, and I've learned that on the prairie weather is never certain. You may have rain, you may have hail, and you may even have snow in May. Yes, in May. Since we'd passed the danger of last frost, I'd planted once. It froze in an freak ice storm three days after I planted killing all the seedlings I'd so tenderly taken care of for two months. I waited two more weeks, and planted again. It snowed three days after I planted again killing the plants that I'd bought from the grocery store.
I don't claim to be a gardener, nor even a prairie girl. I pretty much grew up in the city with neighbors, and it was my sister who wanted to marry the farmer. Well, I didn't marry a farmer, but here we are in the country. My husband is more of a gardener than I am. But out here, these little plants seem to be at the mercy of the weather. And I'll be trying one more time.
(On a Side Note....from one of my favorite musicals, "The Secret Garden".