And another.
Within minutes, vehicles lined the roadside.
Families climbed out carrying empty grocery bags, buckets, boxes, and laundry baskets.
Some were elderly.
Others were young parents with children.
I saw a man in a work uniform, a woman wearing medical scrubs, two teenage boys, and an older gentleman using a cane.
Without hesitation, they walked straight into my father’s garden.
They knew precisely where to go.
The boys started harvesting corn.
An elderly man dug potatoes.
A mother helped her toddler collect strawberries.
A woman with a cane approached Dad, who handed her a bucket he’d already filled with beans.
No money exchanged hands.
Nobody demanded anything.
Every family gathered only what they needed, leaving enough for everyone else.
Tyler lowered his clipboard.
“What exactly am I looking at?” he whispered.
My throat tightened.
I suddenly remembered asking Dad why he grew so many vegetables.
For people.
