How. And when.
Too much has been neglected: the fig, blueberry, and blackberry bushes, the peach, persimmon and loquat trees. The grapevines hang on their cables like Christ on His cross. The place has gone to hell. It’s my fault. I’ve let things go. (I had to be away.)
But this year will be different. I’ve been reading up on things: fertilizers, for instance, and pruning.
I’m keeping notes on what needs to happen. How. And when.