I've never really been the gardening type. Don't get me wrong, I love botanical products and greens on my dinner plate and in my smoothies, but the actual working of the dirt has never been my forte. In fact, my thumb is anything but green. I kill cacti and air plants. Basil plants hate me.
My husband, on the other hand, loves working the ground. He can grow anything. So, when we started our garden from seed, I had no doubt that he would be able to make fresh, green food spring up... so long as I didn't bring my brown thumb into the equation.
Taylor is the kind of man who loves hard work. He has strong and calloused hands that till the earth, and with those same hands, he delicately plants seeds and cares for the tender shoots that spring up.
I love those hands. I love this man.