Always the optimist, I plant for food and fine dining. Since  I’ve really had enough herbicides to last me several lifetimes, I’m on a health binge. Foolishly believing that vA might see things my way, I went heavy on spinach futures this winter-like 678 spinach futures. Ruh-oh, Rorge.

I just finished transplanting 390 and looking around for a home for the remaining 288 which will require some attention very soon. I sure hope my VR&E ILP counselor is reading this and sees my delimma. This is far worse than the 158 tomato plants this spring.

The immediate quandary is whether to scotch the cilantro I use for my salsa and the celery.

I’ve always been a sci-fi buff so I can now understand Freeman Lowell’s (Bruce Dern) predicament aboard the Valley Forge. Mine is not a problem of disobeying orders but of deciding how to proceed.  What I wouldn’t give to have that much space…