"Eugene Hennie rushed between the towering buildings of South Parkdale, Amy Ness and me trailing behind.
He had an important meeting to go to.
I’d have to visit the garden quick.
Their Thanksgiving harvest was more than a week ago. These were the hardy fall leftovers — some straggly eggplants, a few overgrown Brussels sprouts.
“You should have seen it two weeks ago,” Hennie said breathlessly. “There were tomatoes, cucumbers, hot peppers. Oh, it was beautiful. Seeing those plants grow from seed — it was like I was growing..."