How lovely Lucy - another gardener is born ((hug))
It's so long ago I can't really remember what my first proud moment was - it may well have been runner beans like fidgetbones.
What I can remember is the day I was hooked by the magic of growing things - my Granny had a gardener called Mr Mattil (no idea about the spelling, it wasn't long after WW2 and I think he was ex Polish Air Force.)
I could only have been about 3 or 4 years old, and I saw him doing something in the garden and I wanted to help, but he told me to keep well away because he was tieing long prickly raspberry canes to the wires. I asked him why he grew such horrid prickly plants. He said that if I was patient, in the summer he would show me why he loved them.
I remembered and he remembered, and one summer day when I was at my Granny's he came to the door and told her he had something to show us. He led the way down the garden wearing his black beret (he always wore a black beret). He had a white pudding basin in his hand - then he put his hand into the prickly greenery and picked ............. a beautiful ripe raspberry ........ and put it in my mouth. And we had a whole bowlful of raspberries and cream for tea.
I thought it was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen - a prickly bush growing magical raspberries .... I still think it's pretty amazing