I hadn't looked since I didn't want to look again. Nor had I mentioned it. But, I had been worried by the ring of yellowing brown and hollow center that had formed where I had cut the first, vibrant green heads from the plant. I had been thrilled to begin my plan to be able to freeze broccoli and avoid it completely in the grocery store in the winter. We had started broccoli plants from seed and they had caught the seedlings we had purchased in their plastic pack of six. It was going to be a drought year, or so Dad had said from the direction of early spring winds. Still, I had known something was wrong. I had simply avoided acknowledging it until my dad voiced the same words.