As I pluck rainbow carrots from the soil, I note their lush green fronds, soft and feathery as I run them through my fingers. I stare beyond the beets at a withering bed of ground cherries, browning skeletons of their former opulence. Overnight lows froze their plant blood cold, shattering the cell walls and making young seem old. Why do some plants… some people shrivel at adversity while others grow stronger? Does a delicate nature denote vulnerability… enervation? How is our worldview shaped when we believe only the strong survive?


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