If I’m completely honest, I never set out to be an urban gardener or an urban composter, for that matter. A few years ago, when my neighbor Ms. Diane flew away to Mexico for her long-anticipated retirement, I took on our building’s communal garden. She left big gardening clogs to fill. Ms. Diane’s garden was a tribute to wildflowers of the Midwest, and it took hours to maintain. At the time, I didn’t really have any idea what I was taking under my purview. I didn’t have a green limb anywhere to be found on my body. And between us, I didn’t have an extreme passion for it.
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My garden had a secret surprise for me this summer.