Welcome Back, Gardener
Going to Central America and leaving the garden behind for a month in high summer is a bit like living out one of those traveling at the speed of light theoretical paradox deals. You know, like the astronaut who gets sent to Saturn and it feels to her like it only took a couple hours to get there and back, but when she returns, her grandkids are her own age or something. Well, it's kind of like that. When I left, I was coaxing some fall seedlings along. Cilantro, radishes, carrots, kale, and beets were newborns. The zinnias were only just beginning to bloom, and everything was tucked into neatly into its assigned, geometrically ordered quadrangular patch. And here's what it looks like now: The fall babies are stout and strong, and need thinning. The zinnias are in full bloom, and now stand about eye-high in the cutting border. As for our obedient and orderly July garden, let's take an aerial view tour for old time's sake : The...