“Failed Hunter”

That’s my favorite definition of “vegetarian”… and though I’m not forswearing meat any time soon, the ratio of veggies-to-other-stuff in my daily diet has skyrocketed since my husband’s garden started giving. (It’s just a 3-foot by 20-foot ledge along our house, dead lava rock when we moved here—but now it’s zucchini and spinach and kale and carrots and squash and green beans and TOMATOES! Is there anything more sensuously delicious than a ripe tomato, still hot from the sun?)