Thought I lost this book. Turns out it was just at the bottom of my ruck. 

'Growing' season is upon us, which is always a wild ride. Finding a spot that won't get found / overrun / taken / wrecked is an exercise in careful planning. Rooftops are out. Too hot. Too difficult to bring water up / too hit-and-miss to capture falling water. High probability of crop failure. 

But farming in the open is out, too. Too many critters that are hungry, too many humans (even now) that would spoil or steal what you worked on. 

I tend to look for something protected, but secluded. Rare as hen's teeth, that. This many years since the fall, it's not an easy ask. However, there are some positives to lurking around this wasted land as long as I have. You tend to take note of likely candidates. 

Found me a shack in what used to be wine country. Still got one a them clear plastic roofs. Built me some raised beds. Soil's good. Heat from the rain's good too. And it's tucked away behind overgrown vine. All benefits to the operation. 

Means you gotta be somewhat local to tend the crops. But don't stay too close, too often. Raiders or scavvers will see the traffic patterns. Gotta come and go in different ways. Hide the entrance. Traps, too, if possible. 

I got beans, cherry tomatoes, potato, and bell peppers on the go. We'll see what takes.