As Corey and I await the arrival of our Little Bean, I can't help but think about times spent with my mom and my grandma among public estate gardens, among backyard gardens, among rows of plants within a greenhouse or nursery, among whatever drew their attention and sparked their curiosity in any garden. Visits were usually peppered with my grandma's sharp, quick-witted, hysterical observations and my mom's unabashed enthusiasm - usually punctuated still - to this day - with a head-spinning "Look-it!"
I only hope that I can give our Bean memories of the same ilk. If she falls as deeply in love with gardening as I have, I'll be tickled.
And if she ends up preferring to play in a punk garage band and dyeing her hair with Kool Aid, that'll be cool, too.