Sometimes I’m sure growing my own salad is merely an exercise in futility. No one is genuinely capable of getting the stars to align in their favor on such matters. Alright, I admit that I tried again this summer and the results left something to be desired. I have yet to find a lettuce that can withstand triple digit heat. And by the time the tomatoes start producing yummy fruit, the lettuce have long since bolted. It’s one of those situations that clearly requires near-perfect timing. Or maybe the prospect of growing salad ingredients all at once is some sort of cruel joke played on those of us in the South by Northern gardeners who probably can make the equations work. Then again, math never was my strong point. Read More