>I grew up on perfect soil. All the Northeast Mississippi topsoil was >washed to the MS coast. My ancestors were smart enough to buy >a wee plot of land about the same time that foreign topsoil started >to settle in and call itself at home. You could dig at least 5 feet >down in our yard without hitting anything other than perfect friable, >fertile soil. Little did I know I was standing on one of the Wonders >of the World. Probably why I started gardening -- growing perfect >flowers, fruits and veggies was effortless. > >Well, except for the weeds. And the insects. And the stifling, >humid heat. Did I mention the weeds? Or the incredible array of >bugs? Did I mention that when the humidity and heat combined to >literally steam the plants off their roots, the weeds and bugs >fluorished so that you had to go out in that awful weather to pull >weeds and murder insects? > >Are we all closet masochists? > >Liz Liz! Shhhh!!! We wouldn't want it to get out about our masochistic tendancies! I know what you mean about the heat and humidity! I think about y'all down on the coastal South when it is miserable here. The bugs and diseases love the summer heat and humidity but it gets to be a little much for us humans! :-) Bambi Coastal Carolina