I like to consider myself somewhat of a green thumb. I love to garden. There is something so magical about planting something then with a little love and nurture that plant will produce something that tastes better than anything you have ever bought.
My first attempt with growing a vegetable garden came when I was about 12. My dad and I went to Home Depot, bought some wood and soil and built a raised garden bed on the side of our house. We even put a sprinkler head in the middle. I relished with pride looking down at what we had done. The only problem was that it was on a shaded side of our house and the only thing that grew were weeds.
And so it began. My life as a farmer.