Good on you guys with the gardens! I can't take care of one any more. Maybe after some more surgery? We'll see. But I come from a long line of good old Scots farmers who literally carved good, working farms out of a swamp and tangles of woods. For much of our tenure here, we've labored just to have enough for ourselves. And both Mom and Dad were heavily into gardening. Both had seen some very lean times, and it was such a joy to them to just give away half or more of what they grew to friends and anyone in need. I wish I could give a report on a garden myself, because nothing tastes as good as stuff you've grown yourself and picked fresh, and prepared really well with old family recipes. Ain't nothin' better, so y'all just enjoy it, and the battle with weather and the bugs. It's as honorable and enjoyable endeavor as any that exist in this world. I envy you.