Common Ground
I had spent my life mistaking the loud kind of importance for the real kind.
It took an old man with a hoe to show me the difference, and I got to watch it up close for exactly one season before his fall reminded us all how little of it we had left.
Chapter 5 — Everything I Killed
I was, at first, spectacularly bad at it, and it humbled me in a way I badly needed and did not enjoy.
I planted tomatoes too early and the cold took them.