From the Webster Man…

Well, it’s in!

The Kitchen Island’s Summer Garden!

Tomatoes, squash, eggplant, basil, peppers, rosemary, lettuce, zucchini, strawberries, cucumbers, pole beans, three French hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree – or so it seems. Four days – over two weekends – of tilling, cleaning, fertilizing, shopping for baby plants, coddling, digging, planting, smoothing, mulching, watering; all followed (amazingly enough) by four more days – not coincidentally two Mondays and two Tuesdays – of aching, moaning, groaning and the application of, alternately, Ben Gay and Tanqueray and tonics to cool the fires coursing through my weary posterior. From Springs past, I know intuitively that this will all be worth it (I have visions of that first sandwich built entirely out of one beefsteak tomato and two slices of semolina bread; oh! I salivate!) but good grief! I’d rather be sailing.