I have seven older siblings. That’s right, seven. At times, they are all annoying and bossy ... and older.
When we gather for meals around Dad’s kitchen table, it’s like squeezing sardines in a can. Close quarters.
Speaking of close quarters, I planted two rows of Peruvian purple corn much too close to one another. Ditto, two rows of zinnia.
I am fully aware of these quasi-planting errors.