I am fine.”

Wayne walked around the entire perimeter of the garden, taking clean photographs with his phone, recording measurements, and making notes on his clipboard.

Dad walked alongside him in quiet dignity with his dirty hands tucked into his overall pockets, while I trailed closely behind them fully prepared for a legal argument.

At one point, Wayne paused near the end of the long tomato rows and stared at the extensive layout.

Nearly three hundred vibrant plants stood carefully staked, caged, and tied with clean strips of faded cloth, devoid of a single yellowing leaf or stray weed.