My windowsill garden is going nicely. I have a sage plant and a bunch of celery, the requisite scallion ends shooting up into the sun. But something about it feels lacking. The scallions are housed in old shot glasses and jam jars, and while the celery is in an engraved ceramic pitcher, it still feels on the shabbier side of shabby-chic. If we’re going to grow our own greens centimeter by centimeter we should at least be doing it with