I was surfing you tube this morning and came upon how to start tomatoes. It reminded me of my grandfather. He started his tomato seeds in the basement (where I live now) by the one large window. The lighting was perfect and he had the most beautiful tomato plants. Tomatoes can be picky to grow where I live but he always had huge beautiful healthy tomatoes and gave extras to the entire neighborhood. I think this peaked my interest in gardening.
My mother would always have beautiful flower gardens, about 3 huge flower beds. We lived on a dirt road but people drove up just to to see the gardens and would stop and take photos. Wonderful memories, especially on a cold winter day.
Do you have family garden memories?