Satisfaction! My first harvests from my small but loved garden are green onions picked by my eleven-year-old son. I hate to admit that I’ve never experienced this type of satisfaction, a satisfaction that comes from knowing. Knowing that, I and I alone (besides my gardener who I affectionately call ‘Mother Nature’ and my 11 year old son, who is a gardener in the making) are responsible for these fresh, scented onions.

Everything about them is pure joy, arousing all the senses. With a vibrant green color it is the picture of health. To the touch they are firm and cool, smelling like sweet sunshine but the taste is out of this world.
I'm inspired to make a salad, during which I rubbed my eye after slicing them and my eyes were awash in tears.