Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

I’ll make this short in case you think I’m obsessed with lettuce, because I’ve written three blogs in a row about the greens. Maybe I am.

Last year I grew my own lettuce in large pots. It was spectacular, even if I say so myself.  This year, I’m doing the same thing with three different varieties. It’s not going so well, but in the end I think there will be an adequate crop. Water and sun will get me there.

There is nothing more fresh, crisp, and crunchy than lettuce from one’s own garden. I pick it just before dinner and give it an ice bath. Even Earl, who is not a salad devotee, agrees that home-grown lettuce can’t be beat.

Given my success with this leafy green vegetable, I planted cauliflower and Brussel sprouts in between my flowers this year. Earl likes those vegetables less than he likes lettuce, so we’ll see if home-grown holds any sway.

On to another topic tomorrow.