«They're going to
blast off some seeds to the International Space Station, where they're going to grow cabbage and some of the
stuff that we're growing in the
White House Kitchen Garden, just to prove that you can garden anywhere.»
As I write these words, blizzard number two rages unabated outside, with bitter cold (12 degrees at last check) combining with wind and heavy snow to deposit (so far) at least nine inches of new
white stuff on top of the nearly two feet visited on my zip code by last weekend's
blast.