The craving grew though. My first rental house offered a single raised bed, high above the rows of hydrangeas and camellias. Sure, my first tomato plant occupied that bed right along with some Iceland poppies and sunflowers. But the fruit it produced . . .
That was the gateway. The beginning. There was no turning back.
As the years went by, I added more tomatoes. Basil and cilantro. Then pumpkins. Peppers, peas, summer squash soon followed. I became a full blown veggie gardener and it didn't matter where I went. Tomato cages cluttered apartment balconies in search of sun. Ornamental beds at rentals were cleared for carrots and lettuce. From home to home, my vegetable garden followed me.
Soon after, I planted a few flowers - as "companion plants" for the vegetables. Nasturtium here, calendula there, and borage over in the corner. Before I knew it, I was putting together bee gardens, joining the local native plant society and filling my greenhouse with butterfly larval plants - because baby butterflies - or caterpillars - need to eat.
Gardening occupies my mind at all hours of the day. I wake wondering whether how long sun hits the patch along the fence and go to sleep debating whether I should add that new Asian pear tree - the one resistant to fire blight. My bookshelves are littered with gardening guides, my Pinterest boards brimming with pretty pictures and clever ideas. I'll admit it.
My name is Green Bean and I am an addict.
And you can be too.
Whatever you do this spring, do me a favor. Grow something!