Jack, welcome to the Steemit clan. I can relate to your post. Way back in the early forties ( I was born 1940) my Mohawk grandmother's house was filled with every wild herb she could find,. In her garden grew the most delicious vegetables.
She was always busy. When she had the time she would take me along. I only wish I had paid more attention.
I don't want to live forever. Heck when I crawled out of bed this morning,,, the only part of me that didn't hurt, was my tongue.