Garden: It’s time to pick!

Faye: (no movement)

Garden: Look at this all red ripe and luscious, deep cool green and crispy, flowers full of sun and seven feet tall.

Faye: (admires from afar)

Garden: (now on a megaphone) GET UP, GET OVER HERE, GET MOVING.

Faye: (thinking)

This is the part of gardening that feels like thinking about having another baby at 49. It’s just so hot out.