My relative Kyle, an enthusiastic, friendly man with as many funny stories as minutes in the day, is really quite bashful when it comes to his vegetable garden. ("Take my picture? Are you sure?")
Oh, he'll guide you through the bursting, healthy rows. He'll fill grocery sack after grocery sack for you to take home. He'll bring out a salt shaker and knife so you can try turnips on spot.
What he won't do is take any of the credit for this amazing garden. He was mightily embarrassed when his wife Paula entered some of last year's crops into the county fair. Oh, the indignation when they won cash prizes and blue ribbons! ("Fine," she laughed. "I'll keep the money.")
You always feel good after a visit to Kyle, like you're an important part of his day. Which, when it comes to his gardening philosophy, is the truth.