The early bird gets the herbs
Last year, as the month of May was nearing its end, I went to the local nurseries to shop for herbs to plant in my garden.
Now I don't want to mislead you. I don't have a vegetable garden. If you've been reading my column for a while, you know I admit that my thumbs are not green. When I lived in Fargo, I blamed my inability to nurture vegetable plants on the heavy dark soil. When I moved to northern Minnesota, I was sure the infertile sandy soil was the culprit.