When my husband found out he had Celiac's we started out with a small little garden. It was also so I could have fresh peas, since let's face it the canned ones taste horrible. I have memories of weeding grandpa's garden and cracking open shells to reveal the fresh peas. I'd sneak more than I cracked, but it was the experience that made it worthwhile. Thankfully we live on the outside of city limits with a bit of land. We are slowly adding fruit trees and shrubs and other small gardens. We even got a grant for a greenhouse we are planting at the moment. Everything starts with a wish and a hope before the dream is realized.