THE EDICT HAS BEEN POSTED on the cellar door (a.k.a., Tender Plants Headquarters): Do Not Disturb. Apparently the non-hardy creatures in storage want some uninterrupted beauty rest, and I’m meant to accommodate. There’s only one hitch: Though I infer from the cracks around the door that they think there’s no room at the inn, I have many more pots and crates and bags to stuff down there before it’s a full house. Move over, babies; make room for the next busload. Thanks, Andre Jordan, for another accurate depiction of overstuffed life here and now.