As I sat on my porch this morning, a small tray of freshly picked berries from my backyard garden brought back memories of summers spent with my grandmother. Back then, we’d wander through wild brambles, hands stained red, never worrying about the perfect look of our harvest. Today, my grandkids roll their eyes at my rustic ways, preferring neat rows of hybrid berries and Instagram-worthy displays. I wonder if the joy of messy hands and sun-warmed fruit is getting lost in our rush for perfection. In our neighborhood, some folks frown on wild berry patches, claiming they look untidy compared to manicured lawns. But isn’t there something healing about letting nature take its course, especially here in our unpredictable North American climate? This season’s late frost wiped out half my crop, a reminder that gardening is never just about control. It’s about resilience, too. Some say we should switch to hardier, genetically modified varieties, but I still cling to the old plants, stubbornly believing in their flavor and history. Do you side with tradition, or do you embrace the new? Does your community value neatness over nature? Sometimes I think our gardens reflect our values more than we realize. I’d love to hear your stories—do you ever feel caught between old ways and new expectations? #BerryMemories #GardenTraditions #NatureVsNeatness #Gardening