Every year around late September, I think, It’ll be so nice in winter to regroup, get cozy, and plan the garden for next year. When the first frost hits, I take off my bra, put on my wool Darn Tough socks, stow away the cold brew tea, pull out the Earl Grey, and curl up under a blanket with my dog at my feet.

And then five minutes later, my nerves get bad and I start to itch…Is it still winter?

It was two summers ago when I put out the first free plants on my front lawn.  I had sown too many tomatoes and couldn't bring myself to dump them in the compost heap.