It’s that time of year once again. The time each year when I forget how crappy my veggie garden turned out the prior year and I lose my head in the garden section of my local home improvement store. Out of the dozen tomato plants I planted last year I yielded about 20 tomatoes. None of my zucchini plants yielded anything last year, and there was not a green pepper to be seen even though I planted 6 pepper plants. I did however manage to get 3 little baby cucumbers off the cucumber plants. Considering it cost us $75 to rent a tiller to turn the soil over for a garden, $29 in fencing supplies to keep the dog out, and about $50 in plants, it may have been easier and cheaper to just have shopped at a farmers market last summer instead of trying to grow my own. Last year as I looked out over the shriveled barren masses, I vowed to never again plant a garden. I just don’t have a green thumb. You would think that after 11 years of trying I would just give up. Well this year I am not planting anything other than the odd flower here and there. I swear I won’t! But last night as I was wandering through the aisles of baby plants in the home and garden section, several tomato plants jumped into my cart. They were soon followed by packets of green bean seeds and packets of herbs. Then the onion sets jumped in. Damn those jumping plants! Damn my black thumb!