There’s nothing that grounds me as much as gardening. So, that’s what we did yesterday. I piled all of them into the car and went to my mother’s greenhouse.
Overkill, thou art the thorn in my side.
What in the world did I think I was going to do with over 100 seedlings of 4 kinds of cabbage? Sauerkraut? I mean, I love brussel sprouts, but 50 plants?
Then there were the tomatoes. Seriously, someone needs to put me in tomato addiction intervention. I must have planted full flats of 25 different kinds of heirloom tomatoes. I planted my mom’s garden, gave my girlfriend 2 flats of plants, (cabbage, broccoli rabe, tomatoes, rhubarb), I called my AuntPittyPat to see if she needed anything and she laughed at me when I started rattling off all of the tomatoes. Then I called my other Aunt and made up flats for her last night. I left out three flats on my parent’s deck for my brother’s garden.
And I still have more.
I think I’m going to set the kids up with a table, lemonaide and a cashbox. 
All heirlooms, all organic. They should do well.
I have to go back today and put in the lettuce, swiss chard and spinach. Then I have a rainbow of carrots, melons galore, what was I thinking?
And I haven’t even gotten to the flowers yet.
My daughter tells me she can fix my hands with a manicure. I hope she’s right.