After wasting an inordinate amount of time checking the planting calendar, shopping for seeds, purchasing said seeds, planning gardens, constructing aformentioned gardens, waiting insufferably for the seeds to arrive in the mail, re-checking the planting calendar, sowing the seeds per the calendar's recommendations, losing mind because planting stuff with a preschooler isn't nearly as romantic as it sounds, watching with anticipation as all the babies, err, plants sprout and finally produce some edible result, I expect a decent return on my investment.
At last, harvest time arrives. Once I got a taste (literally) of all those wonderful leaves and vegetables that were once just tiny little specks in a paper envelope, I was hooked. And in Texas, we have two growing seasons, so the fun never ends!
You ask me, "Will you ever stop?"
Maybe next season.