I'm no wizard, but I can hear the stones when they call!
There are different kinds of hearing, I've decided and the the calls I hear from stones are of the visual kind. After it rains, or after I've run the sprinkler for awhile, the stones that have been exposed by my artificial rain 'call-out' to me, asking to be picked. Fortunately for me, in contrast to previous ground I have worked, stones are relatively few in number. My flat, level patch consists of thick layer of fluvial silt overtop of sand.
I've been working at this ground for the past four growing seasons, since returning here from a large city in South Western British Columbia in 2018.
I've had a mixed bag of failures and successes. I seem to be finding ways to 'fail-differently' each year.
Now, I believe my efforts are taking on an additional charge of urgency. The zeitgeist, or 'spirit of these times', is fearful, reactive, and chaotic; my aim is to keep myself out of the fray as best I can.
Our move to this place in 2018 and my retirement from 'politics' has proven to be a prescient move.
I'm not sure how active this website is, but I certainly appreciate its existence. My aim will be to do a lot of reading and 'information mining', perhaps starting with "Winter sowing trick to extend the season for higher latitude gardening." I'm at 49 degrees North latitude, hard against the Canada/U.S. border (Washington State).
I hope all is well with all who read this, and I'm happy to provide an opinion, answer questions, or offer advice when I'm asked.