Some of my favorite and earliest memories are those of being around greenhouses. I remember visiting my Granddad every weekend in London, England. He lived in an apartment in London and all the residents had their own little garden out the back. My granddad had built a fish pond and greenhouse in his little garden, both were well used. And the best thing about going to visit Granddad for Sunday dinners was that the first thing I got to do was run out to his little garden and feed the big goldfish in his pond.
