Noise

I'm at the airport.

They have the "news" on an inescapably large and loud monitor. I'm listening to my iPod and trying to ignore the hullabaloo by telling you about my garden. 

So here's where I intend to plant my garlic:

Looks promising, right? "Sure Mel, you can plant garlic there. Next year."

I'm going to do it. I will find a way.