This summer, my garden has overflowed with tomatoes, beans, and fragrant herbs—just like the gardens my parents tended when I was a child. I remember my mother’s hands, stained green from picking beans at dawn, and the quiet pride in my father’s eyes as he shared the first ripe tomato with our neighbors. But now, as I walk through my own plot in our North American suburb, I notice things have changed. My daughter prefers vertical planters and hydroponics, claiming they’re more efficient and eco-friendly. She laughs at my stubborn rows of heirloom beans, calling them old-fashioned. Yet, when I taste the sun-warmed fruit, I’m convinced nothing beats the flavor of soil-grown produce. Our neighborhood is split: some praise the tidy, modern gardens, while others cling to the wild, sprawling beds of their youth. The HOA frowns on my compost pile, but I can’t help thinking of the rich, dark earth it creates—just like my parents did. With the climate growing unpredictable, I wonder: should we adapt to new methods, or hold tight to the traditions that connect us to our roots? As the sun sets over my garden, I feel both the comfort of the past and the tug of the future. Which side are you on—tradition or innovation? #gardeningdebate #familytraditions #oldvsnew #Gardening