I admire gardeners. My grandfather was one, my aunt another. Avid about it they were. Loved to see things grow, get dirt under their nails and tend to the flowers or vegetables. Haven't the patience for it myself, but I can see that those who garden have a contented peaceful look as they go about their self-appointed tasks. I can't claim to really understand it, but I do know that when the bug bites, ya got it forever.