My younger daughter has no interest in gardening. She claims that when she'll be older, she will live in a condo and make sure there's no garden to take care of. She doesn't know it yet but this will change. I remember I could care less too at her age. You could not have paid me to look at plants. I tell her we'll talk in ten years.
And I'm always sad when winter rolls around. I hate being cooped up inside. I like the windows wide open and fresh air streaming through the house. I have house plants but I just don't like them the same way as I do garden plants. Maybe it's the fact that it is so cyclical that makes me like the garden so much. If it was static and year long, I would get bored. Maybe it's the fact that it evolves constantly. As much as I dream of living in a warmer country, I think I would get bored of cultivating cacti. I need the variety, the constant change. After all, variety is the spice of life.