My mother did that for years. She wanted a small spruce tree next to the house. She planted at least three, all of which died within a year. As I was digging the corpse of the last one out, my shovel bit into something hard. Being a young energetic kid, I decided to find out what it was. A foxhole sized hole later and I pulled up a slab of concrete that apparently was dumped as a leftover from the time the house was built. With it gone, you could grow anything there that you cared to.
Qut all heart meds over two months ago. 145/85 with a fresh nicotine pouch in my face. It's usually 126/72.
