Twenty-five years ago, we moved onto our 1 1/2 acres just outside Manitowoc city limits and took Ownership of the land. What once was a sandy-soiled Wisconsin potato farm was now a grassy lawn dotted with trees tall and small planted by some previous owner. Because we moved in fall, we had to wait until the following spring to take control.
We allowed the back half of the yard to take on a wild, long-haired grassy attitude as we replanted trees and planted new trees, dragging sloshing buckets back to every tree, much to the dismay of our two young daughters who were enlisted to help. “It’s like being a pioneer girl!” I cheerfully exclaimed. They still haven’t let me forget it to this day…
