I love to garden. I adore the smell of loam, the feel of the plants in their new home, and to play with flowers. I love getting the fruits of my labor: coming outside to pick peppers and tomatoes with chives and basil for dinner.
Gardening is one of those humbling tasks, because it doesn’t take a bunch of smarts. It doesn’t even really take books (though I think I have every gardening book known to womankind). It takes consistency.
It’s kind of like writing, in that sense.