I've reached the age where I don't buy green bananas but as yet another winter of my discontent grinds on, I've got an eye on the calendar, and, at least allegorically, hope springs in my heart.
When our children were smaller I used to plant vegetable gardens every spring. The squirrels ate most of the radish shoots and the slugs earned my undying enmity by chowing down on my tomato plants, but undeterred for many years I still tended the garden.
As I've aged/rusted, I've sought advice on what to plant and why.
-bill kenny
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