Sun spills into our windows deeper into evening. Still there aren’t enough hours in the day. Early mornings are spent outdoors, tending to tiny plots of soil pregnant with bush beans, spinach, strawberries, peppers, lettuce, zucchini and crookneck squash. We water tenderly and dream of the picking. The bulky bean sprouts made their abrupt appearance three days ago and I explained again to the curious one that these green creatures will feed us soon enough. She stares in disbelief at them and me. Fresh soil. Fresh green. Fresh eyes. And I awe and wonder too – our shadows hovering together over stirring earth. We watch and wait.