Why I Have Two Gardens

I’m a self-taught grower. Inklings to cultivate cropped up for me at an early age. I must have been five or six years old when I often silently watched my mother’s uncle, Elmer, tend his vegetable garden. I remember a clear Michigan morning and standing outside my grandmother’s two-story house directly across the street from my uncle’s place. Elmer and my aunt, who I don’t recall ever seeing, lived in a modest, white clapboard bungalow set at the rear of a deep…