The little girl across the street showed some interest in gardening, and her parents are worthless in that department (mostly due to laziness - they love a beautiful garden and when they asked how ours became that way I could see how put off they were when we explained that it takes a lot of hard work). So, husband and I showed her some things in the garden. We taught her how, when and what to dead head, we showed her how to split some plants and re-plant them, and we showed her how to recognize some insect/disease problems and how to tackle them. She would spend an hour or so following either my husband or myself around the garden learning something each time.
Then she grew up and discovered boys.
And no ... I can't whistle loudly. I can only do it the Lauren Bacall way :)