My grandfather ( the late Frank DeTiege Sr.) loved gardening and grew lots of fruits and vegetables. In observing him doing his hobby, I realized gardening was a daily chore. He would put on his gardening uniform - old lightweight blue jean pants and a long sleeve plaid button-down shirt - and move from row to row tending to his growing goodies. I never asked him why he went outside so much; I always assumed he must have really enjoyed it. Now, as an adult, I can understand the appeal of nurturing something and watching it grow. I have not committed to an in-ground garden, but I am a plant...