Some people believe it is a creator’s rewarding experience to nurture a garden and see it grow and mature. Some believe it is an atavistic need to mark out a specific fertile soil and grow one’s own food to survive. Some believe it is one’s seclusion in a nature environment. According to the most gardening books, particularly heavy hardcovers on thick glossy paper, it is a show business - to (at least) match and (possibly) overtake the neighbors. And, of course, there are quite a few businesses offering new techniques, new design styles, and new plant hybrids to assist you in giving money to them in hope of gardening success.

Whatever is the incentive for gardening other people claim, my is the work in the garden. Hard work under many uncertainties and misfortunes (weather, soil, pests, diseases), never enough knowledge, never enough experience, failure (at least) equally probable as success. That certainly prepares you for more realistic approach to life in general. And on those days, you know those days, when you wake up in the morning feeling a sort of all-purpose irritability directed at humanity in general, just do some hard work in your garden. Additionally, I talk to plants, cultivated and weeds, and animals, birds, lizards and insects, talk to them in a really friendly voice - with no humans in my mind.