Sowing seeds, witnessing unassuming flecks burst with life, observing brave tendrils wobbling-then-rising out of the moist soil, phantom white threads greening as they ascend, precocious seed leaves opening toward the sun,… Germinating seeds that will find their way into Rosslyn’s vegetable garden (and eventually onto our table, into our mouths and the mouths of family, friends, and plenty of opportunistic wild neighbors) fills me to brimming with exuberant optimism. Life out of specks. Beautiful, delicious food conjured out of miniature promises pushed into moist earth.