Let me tell you about our garden, because it's pretty amazing.
It's got a brand new white picket fence that actually starts two
feet underground—to thwart even the most resourceful rabbits,
woodchucks and chipmunks. There's one section of raised beds
devoted to vegetables, in lines as straight as the Marine Corps
Band. Another area for herbs. And, of course, a cutting garden.
I received an email recently from Marist College with the
results of a poll about whether corn or the onion ought to be
the state vegetable. I didn't even open the email. I say: Why
choose? Let's grow both. I do. Ditto red and yellow peppers,
squash, eggplant, carrots, spinach, salad mix and, of course,
tomatoes—both heirloom and modern, or whatever the opposite of
heirloom is, in a half-dozen varieties, sizes and colors. Oh,
and did I mention the poetry garden?  Elizabeth Barlow Rogers is
the curator of 'Writing the Garden,' an exhibition at the New
York Society Library. Jesse Neider for The Wall Street Journal
OK, I'm lying. We don't