I pulled a name out of the hat this morning. (hat = paperclip dispenser at work.)
In case you can’t read that (my pen had a few issues this morning, apparently), it says Michael!
In his comment, Michael described the garden of his dreams…
[It] offers crops of pomme frites, tacos and vodka cranberry. Yeah, I don’t have much of a green thumb….
So – Michael, contact me & we’ll make arrangements for your garden gift basket. I’m not sure I can promise taco trees or Cape Cod bushes, but I bet we can find something to make you happy. 🙂