When I was growing up in Edinburgh my mother (a keen gardener) gave my sister and I a small patch of garden each. I'm sure she was trying to encourage the horticultural genes but the only plants that I remember having in that small patch was a pink phlox. I never did take to it and all phlox (of whatever colour) will never find a place in our garden.
My enthusiasm for gardening was further dulled by the series of blunt spades that my mother seemed to have in the shed. Digging the vegetable patch was such a chore. How wonderful to discover that it need not be like that. Spades and other gardening implements can be sharpened and life (and digging) are so much easier....
Having said that my mother did instill some gardening know-how and horticultural enthusiasm in both of us much to her delight.
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