When I was a kid I used to sit on the porch with my grandmother and pull weeds. In my mind I was cooking. I'd pull all the weeds and strip them of their leaves and berries. I'd put them in a pot and stir it up. It was hot outside, much like it is now.
Grandma lived in the city and visiting her was a great joy for me.
Now, I live in the city and as I harvest the lavendar, I remember Grandma. And this is the reason I keep gardening.
And that is the reason, urban farming is hip.
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