You complain how my furrows snake over the garden, and too close together. How can spinach grow in such hills, you argue, and cantaloupes in your valleys? Seedlings bunch in a clump - Scarcely space for the weeds. Jerusalem artichokes! Heavens, they'll stretch ten-foot high lances, capture the whole terrain! Blake discussed the crooked path of genius. Perhaps my haphazard semination will yield brilliant rhubarb, profound parsnips, cerebral tomatoes, rutabagas with IQs of 189, and genial zucchini.