Let there be sprouts.

Gardening. People who know me, or have read my book, know that my refuge is my vegetable garden. Having grown up in Wisconsin, where neighbors compare their sweet corn crops like my NYC neighbors compare their handbags, I've always felt pushed to grow more more more.

Brent thinks I've finally surpassed the size of garden that I could possibly govern all by myself.  Having had two bad tomato years, I've decided to leave nothing to chance, and have moved my tomatoes out of the 52 raised beds...