Once Upon a Time

I was a material girl. Things made my world go round. Some years ago, I found myself responsible for the maintenance of a very weedy and overgrown suburban type yard. After months of the weekly walk behind the mower and a few lame attempts to tame the wild jungle border, my mother made some comment about how she couldn’t believe I hadn’t started a garden. “At least some garlic”, she said. Well, you know how mothers are.

So, priority one, I went to the store to buy gardening shoes because you can’t garden without gardening shoes. After looking around I asked the clerk who thought for a moment then said in a thick English accent, “Why don’t you just wear old tennis shoes?”. What seemed preposterous became reality. And that was where it all started.