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A big mushroom at dawn!
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When planning my urban veggie garden, I vowed to utilize every available space – including our creepy backyard shed – currently home to trash bins and, more recently, my investment in gardening tools.
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Wild- und Freizeitpark Klotten!
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My wife and kids staged an intervention. Apparently, a man can’t live by vegetable garden alone – who knew? So they dragged me, kicking and screaming – fine, just mildly complaining – to commune with nature.
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It’s all about the base!
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Grzegorz! – that’s how my wife addresses me every time I have a fantastic idea. This time, she added that I couldn’t just go dig up forest soil for our new plant pots, stubbornly claiming – nothing will grow in that dirt.
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Shade is a precious commodity!
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The first thing I did after realizing I wanted a vegetable garden was march inside to negotiate with my wife. It wasn’t an easy conversation. She declared I absolutely couldn’t grow veggies because — wait for it — I’m completely bald! Yes, this was her unshakable argument.
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The day I washed a trash can and had an epiphany!
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One winter day, I stood in front of my house, scrubbing a garbage bin — when suddenly, genius struck. Why not turn that sad little patch of urban greenery (along with the terrace, empty walls, and windowsills) into a vegetable garden?