We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
My gardening buddies and I journey to this place each May for our vegetable plants. We go because they are the only place around here that has 30 varieties of tomatoes (including the yellow pear-shaped cherry tomatoes and all sorts of heirloom tomatoes), and 15 varieties of Basil and five varieties of Italian parsley, etc., in their herb shed (not that you want that many - it's just fun to see them all). This was yesterday morning:
Yep. Lots of baby plants: Bell Pepper, Red Bell, Jalapeno, Hot cherry pepper, Habanero, 2 kinds of Italian parsley, started cucumbers of a couple of varieties, basil, some Kentucky Mint because the mint I have isn't exactly right for Mint Julip, Cilantro, cucuzzi squash, and Romaine. The rest of the garden will be planted from seeds.
If I may pry, what's with all the peppers? When I was living in Keene, I was dating a 10th-generation Yankee and ate at her folks' home a fair amount, so I got a pretty good idea of what downeast cooking was all about, but I don't remember "jalapeños" being very high up on the list. A taste you acquired in college, perchance?