I have a gardening rhythm I'm trying to break. I get inspired, buy the plants, hold onto enough inspiration to actually get them into the ground, tend to them for a few weeks, then neglect sets in. I watch them from my kitchen window, arms crossed, desperately wanting to go down to the garden, but convinced that if I can't give it three hours, I can't give it anything at all. Does that sound familiar? This past fall, I was so excited to plant collards again. I love fall gard