GARDEN WITH A VIEW: Why I Love Gardening

When I was in junior high school in Brooklyn, there was a little greenhouse in the middle of the school courtyard or something. When it snowed, the place looked magical. I was mesmerized by the things growing in there. Now, my memory can be fuzzy at my age but I distinctly remember the botany teacher. I always wanted to study botany but that did not happen.
If I had to do one thing in life-just one thing, that would be gardening. I find comfort in the soil, the worms, and the plants. My hands suffer every day due to the chronic hand washing but when I garden, the desire to wash my hands goes away.
I look at my little urban garden in the middle of who knows, and I feel such delight. I like order and tidiness. I like my garden to be inviting and full of life. Without my garden, I wonder how I would have coped with the stress in my life.

This is the dill I planted a month ago. It is still small but it is thriving. Dill hates to be moved or bothered due to its long taproot. Dill hates a lot of water. It is a pain in the ass herb until it gets to a certain stage and then snip! You can take as much as you want for your cooking needs. I am like dill. I like to stay in one place and start slow. I like to be in the front on things. So gardening has always been therapeutic for me. It was never hard, I did not get frustrated, I just wanted to grow things.

My tomato is finally producing. This is Sungold. It has a lot of fruit on it. It will be a while before any of the fruit ripens. My last post was about growing tomatoes. I know I sounded a little dramatic but sometimes growing things can be hard or expensive and it takes a lot of COMMON SENSE. It is not rocket or PhD science. Anyway, you learn from trial and error. One must never give up but always be positive when gardening because you are doing it for yourself and nobody else.