Gardening.

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.

Uh-oh.

It’s kind of like writing, in that sense.

What about you, Dear Reader?
What color is your thumb?  Green, like the farmers and gardeners of old?  Or you an armchair gardener, content to look at other peoples’ gardens?  Or somewhere in between?