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