I Come to the Garden Alone
Another few weeks and Ann will be threatening me with my life if I bring in another five gallon bucket of tomatoes or beans or squash. This is a statement of faith, as anything can happen in love, war or summer gardens. Today, I’m going to anchor down the tomato cages, having learned from freak windstorms in years past that five foot tall fruit-laden plants are quite top-heavy. There’s nothing quite so sickening as to go out after the storm has passed and find …