THE CALL OF THE WILD
“Oh, I’m not a gardener,” people say to me. “My black thumb kills any plant I come in contact with.” When I hear that statement I just smile, because I know they’re mistaken. In my experience, everyone has a clever little gardener in them waiting for the right circumstances to come out. Gardening—like any interest or hobby—comes down to a matter of interest and time. I understand when people tell me there’s no room in their lives for planting flowers, staking dahlias, or weeding. But, I would counter, there will come a time when the kids are grown, the elderly parents don’t need as much assistance, or a random gap opens in your day and you look out the back window and think, I’d really like to grow tomatoes this summer.…