Tune in, turn under, toss out

Spring came to our house in July, spring cleaning at least. Simple physics tells you that, if more stuff goes into your house than comes back out--eventually the house will blow up. I hate that. Imminent houseguests shamed us into lightening our load just before the beams began to creak. Loading up for a dump run, it became clear that our stategy of letting Darwinian forces shape the ecology of the flowerbeds was less than successful. But the greenhouses are refreshingly uncrowded in July, and anything left to buy has a proven track record of surviving mistreatment. Just as well. If my calendar continues to slip, I'll be transplanting and pruning in February.