… of harvesting fresh produce with your own hands, vegetables that you have grown painstakingly in your own home, in your balcony garden.
… of cooking a simple lunch with vegetables gathered from your very own home.
… of knowing that you can pluck the veggies fresh whenever you want to cook them, that they’re there for you, waiting, and that you don’t need to buy them in bulk and store them in the refrigerator for days on end.
… of knowing exactly what has gone into your food.
… of knowing that you are feeding food as fresh as it comes, to your family.
… of knowing that you will be able to survive on home-grown vegetables, at least for a few days, if you happen to be stuck at home for some reason.
… of knowing that your daughter knows that tomatoes and coriander and spinach grow on plants, and not off supermarket shelves.
… of being able to teach your daughter, first-hand, the value of home-grown food, love and compassion, the work that goes into growing something.
… of communing with nature, feeling like you are a part of something primitive, part of an ancient tribe that believes in self-sufficiency at least to a certain extent.
… of knowing that this kind of self-sufficiency, in terms of food, is something you could get used to, that there is more to come, that this is just the beginning, not an end.
… of knowing that there is nothing sweeter and fresher than home-grown food, that nothing could beat that.
… of wonder at the potential that such a little thing as a modern apartment balcony holds, in terms of growing food, of daydreaming over the possibilities.
… of knowing that you have taken one step further in the direction of ensuring better health for yourself and your loved ones.
Got to love that feeling, right?