I have a garden that’s taken over my front yard. Every day, I walk outside to check on the plants—to see if the bees are buzzing, the birds have flown, or my favorite snake is sunning. Gardening started with my grandfather, who taught me how to dig deep holes, fill them with compost, and plant tomatoes. That year, we had a bumper crop. I’ve never grown tomatoes as good since. Nothing feels better than dirt on my hands and the taste of fresh tomatoes.