Our no-kill garden
“You have to cut back on the garden this year,” my wife said. I nod and smile. Of course I will (won’t.) Honey has to share part of the blame because of her no-kill philosophy about the spring vegetable and flower plants she starts in our house under, as she puts it, 16 feet of grow lights. Each little plant is her child. She talks to them, praising those who prosper, worrying over the weak ones, reassuring those undergoing transplantation. She plants carefully according to our needs, but always has extras. She finds homes for most of the surplus; still, I end up putting more ...