We’re just coming upon the height of summer and my house is already full of new seeds. Eric is uncomplaining, maybe because of the promise of good food for nothing, maybe because he doesn’t notice. Either way, I’m grateful. There are garlic bulbs and Sorrento broccoli seeds drying in the hall; peas and broad beans on the counter; bowls of Mom’s rosemary and our bleeding hearts tucked in corners. The rocket pods are still green, but I’m keeping an eye on them. Likewise the parsley. And once the tomatoes and peppers and squashes and beans start coming in, counter space will be a thing of the past.