I showed them how to layer soil, choose drainage, and cut herbs so the plants kept growing.

Everyone left carrying a pot of rosemary and a handwritten care guide.

After the last participant drove away, I saw Dad standing beside his car at the edge of the driveway.

He held a cardboard tray with two coffees.

“Your mother said you were working,” he explained.

“I thought I’d see what you do.

I hope it’s all right.”

It was.