I have rats. Thankfully they are not in the house but are running wild in the vegetable garden. They have eaten the tops of my beets, hollowed out the celeriac, and made their way into the tubs of greens in the big coldframes.

My life is a series of fixing things and moving stuff. I feel as if I could do a George Carlin stand-up routine.

Last Sunday’s snowstorm caught me off-guard. It is beyond me why I ever watch the weather man.

I’ve always loved carrots. Some years are better than others concerning the growing of them. I am loathe to thin anything.

Here it is heading into actual winter and I have yet to get my bulbs into dirt. I do have to give myself a bit of credit, however, since I was much more moderate in my ordering than in the past.