I garden because I must. I always have, although my earliest ‘gardens’ were fairy villages built from twigs and moss and stones. My grandmother gardened and I remember feeling very small beneath the okra and towering corn. The soup she made from her summer harvest, frozen in milk cartons, made winter more bearable, and warm.
Gardening also keeps me sane, and gives me a creative outlet as during the day, I’m a somewhat frustrated writer in public relations. Gardening clears my head. Plus, I really like tomatoes.