My Garden? Truth to tell, my garden isn’t growing any too fast; because it exists only in my mind. If I’m ever able to have a place of my own, with a small yard, maybe I can try out my green thumb. And I could, what if would I try go grow? Tomatoes, for sure.  I’d want to have kale, which is hardy enough to keep growing in cold weather. “Winter cabbage”, in fact, is the German name for kale. I think I’d have broccoli and onions, too. I hope I’d be able to raise red onions; that’s the kind  like best. I think it would be interesting to try the three sisters. It sounds like a good way to raise three crops in a rather small space. In fact, if I got into gardening, several small patches 3-4 feet square would probably be the best way to begin. There’s no point in getting overly ambitious, and trying to plant a half-acre my first season. I’d want some flowers, too. Nasturtiums are pretty, and parts of them are edible. I’d want red salvia, to attract hummingbirds! Planting certain flowers/herbs adjacent to certain veggies is supposed to help with pest control. I’d like to experiment with that. Spading is something I’d need to approach with caution. Years ago I tried digging up a strip of bare ground alongside the place I rented. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to start getting some practice in bed preparation. Lo and behold, I gave myself trigger finger in both middle fingers. Ultimately, I needed surgery on both. Or maybe it’s all a daydream. I suspect that I like the idea of having my garden more than I truly want to have one. Tilling the soil would limit my riding time too much. Who knows, though. Someday I might be out there raising — well, not Cain, I hope.