A tiny cherry tomato, the first from the handful of plants in our back yard that was left for me by my wife Kathy at the spot where I wolf down breakfast on my way to work this morning, had me thinking on the way in about all of the time we spent as kids working in the family garden. Like many of you I suspect, pulling weeds, picking sweet corn and snapping beans from our family garden that covered 2 in-town lots that were vacant at the time, was a part of many summers when we were growing up. I remember thinking as a kid that working in the garden and selling sweet corn for 50 cents a dozen in front of our house must have been part of some character developing program my parents had read about. It wasn’t until years later that I realized that it was a way for them to cut expenses feeding our family of 6 kids. To this day the taste of home-grown fruits and vegetables is one of the things I enjoy most each summer. Today though I’ll admit I’m perfectly happy to have some one else grow and pick them. That’s the way I see it.