My mother’s living room is full of fruit trees. “I used to eat pomegranate without eating the seeds inside,” she explained, showing me a tub of about eight little shrubs. “And I put them in the garden with the other kitchen scraps, and they grew! They say the flowers are pretty so I’m going to grow them and plant them outside next year.” She also has a kumquat tree, purchased from California; two avocados from abandoned pits, both a nice size, and two tiny satsumas. It almost makes me feel bad about buying seeds.