Last summer, hanging a week's worth of gardening garb out to dry, I noticed that some of the T-shirts were more faded on the back than in the front. Chuckling to my self, I thought, "You know you're a gardener when this happens." Quicker than the proverbial wink, the question followed: When did I actually know I was a gardener? Did it really begin when grade-school-me planted carrots in the sandbox outside the kitchen door?
I don't think Cheryl will mind that I am "reblogging" her fantastic post. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Cheryl - and thank you for being a part of Greenwoman Magazine!