When I was a teenager, for two summers I spent eight weeks at Camp Tecumseh on Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire. One of the annual summer end traditions at this camp was a production of a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta. One year it was “The Mikado”, which is why at this time of year I get a a little tune in my mind that I find myself replaying over and over again. Luckily for the reader of this there is no sound version of this column so you are spared having to listen to me try to sing this little ditty. You just get the photos taken at Alemany Farm Garden that inspired me to think of it this year.