It is an exceptional time of year when our biggest worries are what we are going to do with all those tomatoes! And when we can carry on (for 45 minutes no less) about all the goings on in our garden. We both love to garden. Our mother (well, her mother, my step-mom technically) is an amazing gardener, more of a horticulturist really. Not professionally—well, she used to do it professionally but not anymore—anyway her yard is beautiful. Ask anyone that knows her and they will undoubtedly say, ‘oh, her yard… her yard’ in a manner that exudes envy. My sister and I tend to stick to the plants we can eat, but I always felt we both got that deep urge to plant something then watch it flourish from her.