When I was a kid, the last local gardener lived next door. Mr Doo grew all he needed on his suburban block: fruit, veg, ponds for rice and water chestnuts, sugar cane, tobacco, with lavish gifts of veg over the fence - and didn't pay a cent for any of it. His garden always felt six times as large as ours, though it was the same size every time I measured it.
Feeling the pinch? Want luscious meals and armfuls of flowers for free? Do like Mr Doo. (Except for the tobacco growing, which is now illegal.)
