After seeing all the stories of what everyone has gone through on this site and others. Being ignored by dr's and made fun of by family members, dwindling finances, pain and suffering. I would not venture into the woods ever again.
I'd just ignore the garden or eradicate all the plants with herbicide. Then i'd sit inside looking out the window and tell people. "That is where the garden and woods used to be."
Of course, that is just what i would do if i lived in your state.
A more realistic non alarmist approach: Keep a look out for ticks all over your body and check thoroughly when you go back indoors. Some on here could advise you of repellent options. The ticks could even sit on your clothes waiting and climb back on your skin for another blood sucking chance if you put those clothes back on without washing. And I have no clue if a tick can survive a cycle through a washing machine. I never tried it. Keep doxycycline on hand and be prepared to take some if you find a tick dug into your skin or experience any strange symptoms. If you do experience strange accumulating symptoms then seek out a lyme knowledgable dr and don't take no for an answer. Also be cautious of biting flies, horse flies and mosquitos. We don't have definit answers about what all tranmits lyme and co-infections. Better safe than sorry.
That's a good idea with the dryer. I live in a rather city setting and all my exposure came from my days in the woods from early childhood to my mid 20's. I don't care to go into the woods anymore after what I went through with this garbage.
I guess i came from the generation that actually played out in the woods because no playstation or xbox existed back then. However we did spend the whole winter indoors playing the commodore 64. Anyways, i'm not surprised i caught something. I even remember as i got older we still went into the woods, except it was in a jeep wrangler with no doors on. We had so much fun driving through the tall fields and i remember how all sorts of bugs would land on us and the tall grass smacked out legs. To top that off, most of the jobs in my early teens consisted of cutting down trees in the deep woods for my cousin.