I have chronic gardener syndrome. Every spring I get the urge to go out into my yard and plant things to eat. This year I’m actually putting effort into it, much to my mother’s chagrin. We’re clearing out a plot on the side of my house and surrounding it with trellises to both keep away the bunnies, squirrels and birds, and to piss off my neighbour.
If you’ll notice, I’m a city person through and through.