Few words were spoken as people exchanged quiet nods and brief greetings before walking up the driveway toward Dad’s garden.

Everyone seemed to know precisely where to go.

The elderly man in overalls headed straight for the potato rows and began digging gently with a small hand fork.

The young mother walked over to the strawberry patch that Mom had planted decades ago, setting her toddler in the grass where he happily ate fresh berries.

The two teenage boys went to work harvesting sweet corn, with one pulling the ears down while the other twisted them off the stalk with practiced ease.

The nurse in scrubs tended to the tomato vines, while the lady with the walking cane made her way slowly down to the bean rows where Dad was working.