I love the idea of special days, so to have one for getting rid of one's extra vegetables really appeals to me. I have had some gardens but none now. Keith often had a whole wall of tomatoes but I think that was mostly Edward's doing. Edward lived with Keith and Joe and helped out; he's now officially a political refuge from Fiji. I loved eating the tiny green beans right off the stem.

I have an awful time with worms so that's always dampened my gardening efforts--from all angles. When we lived over the factory I tried having a garden in planter boxes. The caterpillars ate all the broccoli and onions; when they started on the flowers and turned pink to match, I gave up and fed them to the goldfish. If I run into a worm while I'm digging, I sometimes have to quit for the week. I don't know why I'm so squeamish. The mushrooms that I'm continually pulling out of the lawn often have slugs in them. I hate it when I accidentally touch one. I can't pick a snail out either, and have to turn away when somebody else does. Just writing about it turns my stomach! Strange creatures we are, to have such active imaginations.