How I Lost My First Real Garden Before Summer Was Over
My name is Carol Weston. I’m 61. I live outside Greenville, South Carolina.
For 35 years, I worked full time. I raised my kids. I kept up with the house. I always had a mental list of things I’d do “someday when I had time.”
Gardening was at the very top.
When I retired two years ago, “someday” finally arrived.
I spent the whole first winter planning. I ordered books. I mapped out my backyard on graph paper. I joined online gardening communities. I was excited in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time.
That March, I got to work.
I built three raised beds. I hauled in 14 bags of premium garden soil. I planted tomatoes, peppers, onions, and beets. I added a perennial border with hostas, coneflowers, and two rosebushes I’d been looking at since January.
By late April, everything looked perfect. I took a photo and sent it to my daughter.
She said it looked like something out of a magazine.
Then June arrived. And something began eating my garden from the inside out and I had no idea it was happening.
First it was one hosta. Leaves looked healthy. Then one morning it was just… gone. Collapsed into the ground. Like something had pulled it from below.
Then the beet leaves started yellowing. I dug one up expecting a fat red beet.
Empty hole. No beet. No root. Just a tunnel running sideways through the bed.
By July, I had lost two hostas, all my beets, most of my onions, and the roots on one rosebush were half eaten through.
I had done every single thing right. Perfect soil. Perfect watering. Perfect placement.
And something underground was destroying it. Silently. Invisibly. While I was inside feeling proud of myself.