As longtime readers know, this is the part of the year when I become completely enamored of my garden, as if I, personally, invented the tomato plant.

I got to thinking about it, and realized my gardening zeal isn’t really about the garden at all. It’s about what it makes me have in common with ducks.

No, really. Come on over to Off Our Chests today and I’ll explain; I think everyone should have at least one thing that makes them forget everything else for a little while.