Am I a Gardener?

The easy answer to this is...

... not that I am aware of!

I grew up around people
who gardened.  I was
required to weed and pick,
though not to the extent
that my mother was
when she was
growing up.
Her father had a truck garden.
He was still selling
vegetables to a grocery
store when in his eighties,
as I recall.
But, I digress.
Knowing what vegetables
and fruit are
supposed
to taste like,
can be a hindrance.
Some things
just won't do.
I was spoiled
in having all that
fresh and canned produce
easily at hand.
So...
on Friday, I bought the above
packs of vegetable plants:
12 tomatoes (2 varieties)
6 green peppers
4 or 5 or 6 leaf lettuce
(they're all jammed together)

This flower garden,
which no longer flowers,
with the exception of
wild strawberries
and weeds,
is an example
of my abilities.

Same tiny garden,
different angle.
Saturday, Uncle Si
and I bought something
to "beef up" the soil
I was going to say we
picked it up.
Si picked it up.
If it had been up to me,
The bags would still be
 on the pallets.
I found out, again,
how little strength
I have in my arms!

Fortunately, Si, my DH,
was very willing and able to
help me get the
poor plants into their
new bed.

With the overflow of amended soil,
we made a place for the peppers.

The lettuce has to wait.
Come to think of it,
I'm not sure where
the lettuce is going!
Uh oh.
I think I may have answered
my title question.