When I was a kid, my mom put in a garden. It was cool, and I liked weeding, but I didn't really get it. I liked eating and cooking the food we'd grow, and I appreciated the compost bin, and I even loved the sort of hippie-cred I would get from having a garden. But I honestly didn't do much work out there.
For years, I thought I had a brown thumb, even a black thumb. But really, I just didn't water my plants. I would start with good intentions, but I would forget to water. I really… Continue