I grew up in the garden; in fact, I tend to count the stages of my life through the gardens I have known. My mother and father were avid gardeners and we always had something growing outside no matter where we lived. If space allowed there would be corn and potatoes, pumpkins and zucchinis — once we even grew peanuts! We always had chickens who roamed free in the garden, picking off the bugs and enjoying the good life; I used to hang out with them in the sun all the time.>>Read more »