My parents had a huge garden in the backyard of our family home in Omaha, Nebraska. They planted tomatoes, cucumbers, strawberries, lettuce, green beans, radishes, cantaloupe, watermelon, asparagus, beets and anything else they could think that could either be immediately eaten, canned or given away to family and neighbors. These were great days of fresh vegetables for dinner. My mother and father worked in that garden all summer, weeding, watering and trimming. It was my mother’s way of extending her caregiving nature. She gave the abundance of the garden away. A few weeks ago I was in Home Depot and saw the racks of seeds for planting and I picked up tomatoes, peas, green beans and a few other memories. It has been at least 30 years since I was in the family garden. I actually wondered if the seeds would actually sprout. Today it’s so easy to pick up plants that are already growing at garden centers. I think we’ve lost part of the magic of creation. I planted my seeds in several small pots and have been watering and looking at the pots on a daily basis. And low and behold after one week and then another, the seeds are sprouting! And guess what? I’ve planted too many. Like my parents I’ll end up giving away my small plants to friends who have an interest in growing vegetables. This brings back the nostalgia of the days when my parents were alive and the basics I was taught for the appreciation of life and food.