This week I planted a Roma tomato in our postage-stamp front yard. It’s in a container. I’m watering it when the rain isn’t. I planted nasturtiums around the base. Maybe I’ll get sweet basil tucked into another pot. The tomato plant was given to me by Trish, who’d reared it in her hothouse. Trish used to be a federal worker in D.C., but escaped to West Virginia for a quieter, purer, harder life. Now she lives on a 234-acre organic farm.