Click on the different leaves to see the seeds planted by our community.


I have very fond memories of my dad making popcorn for our family snack. He had one pan he always used. It was a unique pan, from a stove he and my mom had. The stove was called a thermizer- a stove from the 1950’s. The stove had a built-in-deep-well. The pan and lid fit down in deep well for slow cooking. Long after the cook stove was replaced, the pan and lid were kept and used specifically for popping corn. I also used the pan for many years to pop corn for my family. — Jan Hockensmith, Floyds Knobs, Indiana

Peanut butter and jelly is my favorite comfort food!
— Jess Pfeffer, Atlanta, GA

My family's garden has taught me that life is cyclical, and there is always something to look forward to. The seasons are not just something we know, but something we feel. Strawberries arrive with one child's birthday, persimmons mark another's, peaches mean our annual camping trip, and figs quietly signal the return to school. No calendar needed—only the garden, and its rhythm of returning joy.— Sheri Vettel, Greensboro, NC

Cultivating SensitivityThe cycles of fruiting and defoliating, of plenty and necessity reverberate throughout a garden. Why are some plants prone to critters and others not so much? It causes one to pause, inspecting each leaf, noting its needs and rejoicing in its harvest. It's the same within community. We attend to the needs of others, we notice their struggles, we ask how we can help and we rejoice in one another's bounty.— Kathy Barry, Delray Beach, FL

I love adding cardamom pods and a clove or two when making rice. These warming spices help heavier starches feel lighter in the body and easier to digest while slowly infusing the rice with warmth, aroma, and incredible flavor as it cooks. It's one of those small cooking shifts that can completely change how a meal feels in the body. — Chef Ryann Morris, Delray Beach, FL

Citrus! As a young boy growing up in Miami, we had several citrus trees in our yard. Memories of climbing the tree and eating the fruit bring smiles. This was my first taste of fresh homegrown food. Now I forage for wild citrus with the same smile. — Robby Astrove, Atlanta, GA

