I am reading a lot more than the books on my previous post.
I live in an urban area, and I definitely am not too fond of it. But, there is a front porch and a small back yard, which while shared with the two other apartments upstairs, should still be enough room for me to squeeze in some stuff to grow. My last three years in western MA developed my understanding of supporting local agriculture, and reading Michael Pollan's The Omnivore's Dilemma describes in good detail where our food comes from now, and it usually isn't nearby or the healthiest way to eat.
While I certainly do not expect to feed my family of three with the meager container space I will be able to eek out around my house, I do think it will be a good way to supplement our diets and help me get back to some basics that I wish to have.
I used to have them. Growing up in my grandparents' house that my family moved into as a child. My grandfather had a huge garden, and while his love was his flowers, I can remember shucking corn and shelling peas out in the backyard. I remember turning up my nose at the rhubarb patch that always grew in the middle, but stuffed my face with the wild raspberries and blackberries that bordered the property.
It's time to reconnect. And time to see if the porch hook will support a hanging basket of tomatoes.