Soil Science Shenanigans and a pair of plum trees
A million years ago, when I was but a child, my father moved us into his aunt's house. My great-aunt's house had a large yard which was completely paved over. I remember my father breaking the cement at one end of the yard to expose the dirt under and plant some tomatoes and peppers and herbs and such. I don't remember my father doing anything else to that dirt but clearing the cement pieces off of it and planting the seeds. It bears noting that I was born in the desert and that plants there grew quite well at all times of the year and that all you had to do was sow seeds and add water and something would sprout for sure. The point of this story is that my father just planted the stuff in the starved soil under the cement and he got plants to grow. As I was setting up the cage and as I continue to prepare the ground around the cage for future expansions I began to worry about the soil conditions in my yard. As it is, I live in the ancient sand dunes of the Arkansas river...