I always swore I would never have a garden. My grandparents were farmers. My father took a job with the electric company, but eventually converted our back yard into a vegetable garden. Half my youth, it seemed, was spent hoeing the beans and tomatoes he grew, a task I could not enjoy. I don’t like beans or tomatoes. It never seemed fair to make me work a garden producing foods I didn’t eat.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov