Wherein the green stuff starts turning into yellow stuff that then turns into stuff to be eaten.
Or, Basil’s just sulking until he gets the car keys and Marjoram brought home all As as usual.
Or, what would summer be without strawberries? And tomatoes and cucumbers and eggplant and summer squash and…
Set down a spell and help yourself to a burger… why, yes, that is the sound of banjos you hear far off in the distance…
To rip my unsuspecting tomato (and still-producing) tomato and pepper plants out of the ground. Or not. That is the question.
