If a county-wide search for the best-looking garden were conducted by the Farm page of The LaRue County Herald News, mine would neither win, place, nor show.
Groundhog Hill has officially entered “the ugly baby stage.”
Uneven rows of purple corn surrounded by crabgrass reside alongside rows of zinnia dotted with Johnson grass, cape milkweed, and that weird ivy-like weed.
I will never be accused of planting corn with a machine-like precision. If only some miraculous device existed.