I remember with amusement the conversations you had with Dad about gardening.  Like most teenagers you were not particularly interested in vegetable gardening, but this didn't stop Dad giving you a detailed run down on what he was growing.  You were a little bemused when Dad sent you picture of the compost bin or some tomato plants, we even discussed the topic in family therapy (apparently a compost bin is never just a compost bin)!  But when you were in a good mood you would humour Daddy by visiting the greenhouse and the vegetable patch with him, and feigning interest as he told you what was growing.