Sometime in the future of the After Times, a group of neighbors relearn how to grow food in community—and feel joy amid uncertainty. They could have been anybody. With their broad-brimmed hats, loose-fitting clothes, and face masks, you couldn’t make out the gardeners’ identities from the street. But that they were out working under the scorching sun testified to their commitment. Down on their knees, their hands in the earth, these townsfolk knew where their food came from (and what it took to get it to their plates).
