Now of course, there will be naysayers and layabouts, those who are so used to self flagellation that they believe they hold no talent in anything. To them I say you lie. You lie to your brothers and you lie to yourself. Even the most inept of Men have something they enjoy or wish they could attempt. I'll even use myself as an example. As mentioned previously, I grew up in a miserable grey city. A place mostly devoid of greenery, the handful of parks that dotted it slowly losing their appeal as I grew older as diversity and drugs became more prevalent in these places. Where I lived we had a decent sized garden however, a fairly small oasis of life in a lifeless landscape. We even had an apple tree in it, a wizened old thing whose fruit were tart and amazing to cook with. However being a "city boy" I had no interest in nature, no interest in anything beyond my own childish wants and needs. Oh, i'd enjoy the fruits of this fine tree, my grandmother making delightful apple pies served with some home made custard, I could of eaten the entire thing in one sitting had I the opportunity. I enjoyed the smell of the roses in the front garden gently wafting in through the windows in the spring, the sound of the dying leaves rustling in the autumn breeze, nature always bought me peace even in the heart of the diseased metropolis of my childhood. But while I enjoyed these things I took no time to understand them, no efforts to learn how to appreciate or cultivate such things.

Then twenty years later when I finally decide I wish to recreate that beauty, lo and behold I was clueless. My garden was nought but a mess, the grass almost to my ankles, weeds lining the sides and the paving to my shed so overgrown grass had grown over the slabs. I was, as stated, lacking in my understanding of nature. I remember one of my first port of call was to buy some tulip bulbs and feeling rather eager I immediately planted them. Upside down. In dead soil at the end of the garden. Without airing the soil. As you can imagine my initial endeavors were... shall we say questionable? However, undeterred I maintained my efforts. I purchased several wooden rectangle planters and after a brief stint of research planted some cherry tomato plants and simple (and I should mention fairly resilient) herbs. I learnt more and more as I cultivated them, over time grasping what is required in order to create. It was far simpler and far more enjoyable than I had initially believed. As my efforts bore more and more fruit I began to take both pride and satisfaction in my efforts. I am most certainly not a skilled horticulturalist nor a particularly green fingered individual however the fact I had achieved such a thing, that even someone as inept as I could create not only something pleasant but also practical and in a way beautiful, well I was enthused. It bought me great pleasure to see such things. This is but one example though, and one that while partially serves to provide enjoyment for myself and my family, it is still fairly insular. To truly find joy in creation one must create not just for themselves but for others.