“Growing up, my grandparents fed their 13 children off their one-acre plot of land. They grew berries, tomatoes, pecans, various row crops, and had lots of chickens. I tasted my first blackberry from that garden. My mom would tell me stories of my grandfather offering to pay $.25 per weed pulled in the garden. No one ever got paid. He worked hard to keep that garden healthy. I lost both of them a few years back. I recently went back to their house. The garden was no longer there. That was when I felt I lost them.”
