Preparing the soil

The rain's pouring down outside, so it seems a fitting time to get this blog underway. What to talk about.  What do you want to know?  I'm a thirty-something homeowner with three cats, a nice husband, and fourteen hens that we share with the neighbours.  The garden, which this blog will largely revolve around, is four and a half years old.  It was all lawn when we moved in and now there is no lawn.  I'll be reinstating some in the Spring, but for now the main lawn is a large vegetable patch.  

My mother's family is full of gardeners - Pop (Mum's grandfather) who used to grow victory gardens so dense that Nan couldn't hang the washing on the line, Nanna and Poppa (Mum's parents), who converted two acres of farmland into a beautiful rhododendron and magnolia garden, and Mum who developed the third acre when she took on the house and worked the garden into something that would turn the Queen of England green.

It wasn't until we bought our house that I took to gardening, and like a maniac.  I thought about it all the time, read about it every night and spent all weekend, every weekend gardening. Now I'm going to try my hand at writing about it, and perhaps a little of what happens with the food that comes out of it.  

Here goes.