EMPTY NEST
Being unable to keep up with a large garden anymore, I laid my latest brainstorm on our landscaper, 22-year old Caden. “Caden,” I said. “Tear out Buddy's dog pen that is right outside our kitchen door—we don't need it now that Buddy's in puppy heaven—and build us a raised garden.” “What kind of raised garden do you want, Curtis, on the ground or on legs?” he asked. “Build it on the ground, out of railroad ties,” I told him. “Two ties long, one tie wide, and three ties high. Fill it with black dirt. Try to get old used railroad ties, where the creosote is about ...