I look through my kitchen window and see a young couple tromping through my back yard, pitchfork and rake in hand. He chooses sticks from the brush pile to make a trellis for green beans; she bends over a raised bed and pulls tiny weeds. Who are these people, and why are they in my yard? Urban condo-dwellers desperate to dig in the dirt, my "co-gardeners," Maggie and Karl, are helping me to plant and tend a garden on my half-acre of real estate in the suburbs. I get to share the fruits (and vegetables) of their labor, and they give me support to become a successful gardener.
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