As I grew up, I did not get to see my Grandpa and Grandma Ross more than a couple times a year. When we went to visit in Utah, there was always a trip to the garden. The garden had its own mythical place in our minds. It scared me as a kid, I don’t know why. It was like it could eat me it was that alive. As time went on, I came to appreciate how much hard work and effort it took. We reaped its bounteous blessings as well. As I worked in the garden this morning, I thought to go through and see what photos I have of Grandpa and Grandma’s garden. Here is what I could file.