My first gardening memory was a summer day, toddling behind my grandfather as he watered his roses in the backyard garden, and playing hide and seek in the raspberry patch. In addition to luscious red raspberries, Grandpa grew red leaf lettuce, big juicy tomatoes, yellow wax beans, and summer squash. My family lived in a small town in Pennsylvania.
Across the street in an old red brick school house lived Fred who spoke only Italian and sang opera as he tended daffodils and tender young greens in the spring followed by, Italian beans, radicchio, and many other edibles not to be found in the local grocery. I was hooked on these tastes.