It’s a wonder I ever got into gardening. This is what the soil looked like where I grew up in southwestern Virginia. Bright red clay. Hard as a rock when dry, sink-up-to-your-ankles squishy when wet. It would stain everything—shoes, foundations, carpets… But look around, and you’d notice that it’s reflected by so many things in the surrounding woods. The rusty rooftop of an old homestead, new spring growth, and fallen leaves. And then it’s not so ugly after all.
Got any tips for gardening in soil like this? Comment below! I’m sure there are lots of people struggling with clay just like this in their own gardens.