Like Back to School each year, my garden is getting a fresh fall start. Gone are my volunteer plants and the crabgrass that also took over. Time to plant our new plants. I think I’m going to make a rule that I’m only allowed to plant under the supervision of others. I spend hours plotting out exactly where I want each plant to go, intending to mark out a grid with twine to help me do so. Then, I get finished with weeding, feel myself flagging and say to myself “right here is fine”.