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Wander into the yard of one of your neighbours. Choose a yard that is filled with flowers, a lush and inviting lawn, or rows of tiny vegetable seedlings making their seasonal appearance. You’ve probably wandered into the yard of someone who proudly refers to herself as a gardener. Now, ask her why she grows plants, and something pretty predictable will likely take place. She'll take a deep breath, survey her yard or balcony or patio, breathing in the scent of green, and smile.
“It’s like therapy.”
Whenever I’m asked about what I like about growing plants, my answer usually follows along these lines. I grow all kinds of plants, from the red-stemmed dogwood in my perennial border to the brand new, three-foot tall sugar maple at the back of our yard. Then there are the containers of annuals that decorate the back deck and the stately, staked tomato plants that rise proudly above the organic soil below, their round, ripening fruit glistening in the early morning summertime dew.
While gardening seems like a lot of work to some people, growing plants is my way of taking it easy. I plod out into the back yard first thing in the morning during the growing season, a basket in one hand, a pair of pruners in the other, and set out to mingle among the plants. I look carefully at each one, hoping to catch a glimpse of the miracle of new growth, which, seems at times to take place overnight. I pull a weed, I water a pot, I harvest a handful of beans from their vine. I take comfort in knowing that I am nourishing living, growing, changing things, an experience which simultaneously nourishes my own heart and soul.
The question, then, should not be “Why do you grow plants?” but “How could you not?”