I’ve gotten really good at cramming too much stuff into too little a space, having had to lay on the bed to get my jeans to zip for the last couple of weeks. But even then, I’m hardly a miracle worker. And I’ve completely maxed out my 8×4 raised garden bed.

The carrots and non-tomato-bug-repelling herbs have already been exiled to pots. I see only one solution: knock down the fence and take the neighbor’s backyard by force.

Jason sees another: stop trying to hoard the state’s supply of tomato seeds.

Sometimes I’m not sure how we stay married.