When I went back to New Hampshire a few weeks ago, I was perusing basil at the farmer’s market when someone working there asked where I lived. When I told him New York City, he said “So you probably don’t even have a back yard, right?”. I laughed and explained that I don’t even have a balcony and that my fire escape is my closest thing to a garden. It got me thinking about how, when we move out of the city one day, I’m going to want some serious outside space! Can you imagine spending a Saturday on that water hammock?