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?