“Ground has three good years in it,” Dad told us. “First year will be a spectacular crop. The type you never forget. Second year will be a decent crop, but you’ll only recall certain things about it. Third year will be a crop you don’t remember at all. That’s the ground sayin’ it needs rest. So, you let that ground sleep for each of the years it gave you. Three years of gardening, three years of leavin’ it alone.”
