Funny how obsessions go. When I was about fourteen I spent a summer at the most amazing farm in Maitland, Nova Scotia. This was a herb farm set on a quaint property over looking the Bay of Fundy, where the World’s highest tides rush in and out for what seems like miles... amazing. The farm produced greenhouse bedding plants and herbs, as well as oodles of fresh cut basil and ornamental kale for restaurants. The soil was red clay and these growers made deep use of the fertile dirt in all of their pots, and part of my job was to dig, and dig and dig.