Okay, so I've talked repeatedly about this mythical back 40 which really isn't...isn't 40 acres, that is. It really does exist only... you know... it's not what most people would think of when they say back 40. When we first bought this property, Tom and his joker friend, Steve, decided this out of the way piece needed a better name than the back one. Not even entirely sure it's an entire acre but, that's hardly relevant.
The point is the back 40 or what I call the back 40 (yes, the name kinda grew on me, go figure!) is where the compost pile is, where I get soil when I need some and also is the place I keep plants that have yet to find a home in the formal gardens by the house. I have two defunct greenhouses back there too. That's a tale for another time, my greenhouse woes.
I'll tell you about that tomorrow.