It’s April, in New England, and it’s gloomy. Typical. It’s April, in New England, and it’s gloomy AND we are in an extended period of quarantine because of a world wide pandemic. NOT typical.

I don’t know if today was your down day, but I’ve recently had a few. To combat my stuffed doll syndrome, I will revel in last year’s spoils. The comfort of the my old reliables, and the excitement of new varieties are triggered when I reflect on the adventures of last year’s harvest.

Endless remedies lay behind the garden gate.