I grew up helping my dad in the garden. At our family’s cottage I was more interested in the plants than the bugs and frogs my brother was ogling around them. Part of it is probably an innate curiosity about plants, an open wonder about how this little thing called a seed (in all its forms) can produce something so large and helpful and beautiful. Part of it, too, is just the sense of reward I get from growing something, seeing it happen in front of me, knowing I played a part in finding its home, nurturing it. Part of it for the aesthetics, the beauty of a landscape, the colour and texture it adds to a vista. Part of it is sharing it with others. And for all you lucky people with actual land, just try gardening on a 15′ x 6′ concrete balcony that is in almost constant shade; the true test of any gardener is making it happen just about anywhere. I do my best!