It’s pouring down, and I’m sitting on the terrace plotting. How can I upgrade my little garden for next season? My plans are so big, I’m almost afraid to see what comes out of them.

I’m so done with this cold wind and endless rain!

Once upon a time, a determined onion grew in a tiny garden. She had grand ambitions – to become the biggest, tastiest onion in town. Each day, she: But one fateful day, as she admired her lush green leaves – disaster slithered in. The notorious slug arrived! Famous for devouring entire vegetable patches before breakfast, he licked…

There I was, admiring my garden’s progress, when I spotted them — tiny, luscious red dots of temptation. My hand twitched with primal hunger. Just one little strawberry!

There I was, basking in my potted herb oasis, when genius struck. My plants need pruning, and I need an electric herb dryer, because nothing says – serious gardener – like overpriced gadgets.

When planning my urban veggie garden, I vowed to utilize every available space – including our creepy backyard shed – currently home to trash bins and, more recently, my investment in gardening tools.

Grzegorz! – that’s how my wife addresses me every time I have a fantastic idea. This time, she added that I couldn’t just go dig up forest soil for our new plant pots, stubbornly claiming – nothing will grow in that dirt.

The first thing I did after realizing I wanted a vegetable garden was march inside to negotiate with my wife. It wasn’t an easy conversation. She declared I absolutely couldn’t grow veggies because — wait for it — I’m completely bald! Yes, this was her unshakable argument.

One winter day, I stood in front of my house, scrubbing a garbage bin — when suddenly, genius struck. Why not turn that sad little patch of urban greenery (along with the terrace, empty walls, and windowsills) into a vegetable garden?