I grew up on a farm surrounded by growing things. My Dad grew ‘cash crops’ – wheat, oats, barley and later soy beans. My Mom loved her annuals and had beds of geraniums, petunias, marigolds, sweet alyssum. I remember when hostas first arrived at greenhouses as the new trend. Mom planted a front bed with their striking green forms, and they seemed so exotic! We of course had a veggie garden with rows of potatoes to supply us over the winter, corn, carrots, tomatoes, beets, peas, beans. Thank goodness that garden spoiled me for fresh grown produce. My paternal grandmother was an original pioneer. She had a massive veggie garden, but also cared for the herb garden at a local museum, spending hours conversing on herbs with museum guests. And I have already mentioned my grandfather’s love for roses. Everyone has garden exposure, memories that give you a craving to connect with that past – the scent of a flower from visiting relatives with gardens, eating fantastic ‘fresh from the fields’ meals, chewing on mint or honeysuckle. In my garden, I had to have peonies; my husband had to have ‘snowballs’. Indulge your memory if you can, grow that plant – you will then give that experience back to yourself and be able to share it with someone else.