It is the 12 year old's garden. It isn't the garden of the mother. It isn't the garden of the father. It is his. He decides what to put in the garden. He borrows the rototiller from Mr. Ben. He plants okra, cucumbers, cantaloupe, watermelons, and tomatoes.
I asked him what his favorite plant is. He said, "Okra, by far, okra."
And kudos to the parents for allowing him space to follow his interests.