Our harsh winter didn’t retard the local tomato crop as blossoms have advanced to fruit.

In Pennsylvania, my grandfather “turned-over” the garden with a shovel until he was convinced Mr. Hollenbeck could “disc it up” with his tractor.

Before her lack of mobility, Mom would always prepare for her first crop of the season -- rhubarb, followed by leaf lettuce, beans, tomatoes and sweet corn that should be “knee high by the fourth of July.”

Ground cover protected her rhubarb, always harvesting a bumper crop every year. In 2012, she was the sole provider of rhubarb for the local Giant Eagle supermarket. He paid her “six-bucks-a-pound.”

We’ve heard that Sylvia Weatherspoon’s rhubarb pie with strawberries is excellent. She never shared it with me, yet.