The Giving Garden & Fridge in the Foyer

I often daydream about having a garden. I envision myself strolling through the rows of greenery, carefully tending the plants while the morning sun warms my shoulders. I can almost feel the smooth texture of the tomato, the daydream version of myself tenderly plucked just moments before.

Ninety-nine percent of the time, I am jolted back to reality by a ringing phone, a shutting door or my neighbor starting his truck for work. It is then I realize that my dream of being the ultimate gardener is just that. A dream.

The jolt back to reality makes me realize three things. First, I don’t have the...