 At least with the eggplant, I could understand why the big purple globes on the seed packet had caught her eye. Mustard greens weren't flowers. They weren't purple. And they weren't something she usually ate. But she'd thrown an absolute fit when I tried to slip those seeds back into the seed rack. So into our cart they went. I had stopped pretending that the patch of dirt out behind our house was my garden anymore. And really, that was just as well.