It’s no secret that I love gardening. Obviously, you don’t garden on a balcony if you don’t truly love it.
I think I would have gotten into gardening at some point as I became more interested in environmental issues, but my interest in gardening predates that.
Some of my earliest memories from childhood are gardening at our rental house. I remember piling potatoes and onions in the outdoor closet for winter, planting bright-colored corn seeds and not wanting to touch cucumbers for their prickles. When we moved into the first house my parents owned, we enjoyed garden strawberries (or at least the ones the birds didn’t eat) while picking and weeding the garden became a part of my regular chores.
Of course I wanted a garden of my own the first chance I got, not waiting for a yard (though I still dream of one).
So if I got my love of gardening from my dad, where did he get it? From his dad, of course. My grandfather still gets great joy out of his flowers and vegetables and loves to show them off.
I’m thankful that my family didn’t forget the art of gardening when them moved off farms and into town. Most people aren’t that fortunate.
So how do we pass on green habits?
We invite others alongside us when we practice them. This goes double for our kids. I was recently visiting a friend who gardens here in Colorado. While we chatted in her garden, her kids were showing off their favorite plants by name. Obviously, they had spent a lot of time out in the garden.
I’m convinced that one of the best things we can do to spread green living is to live out our example in the open and discuss our motivations freely as opportunity presents itself.