Gardener grinned. “And what else?”

“Well, propel me to action, hopefully.”

“Not hopefully,” Gardener replied. “Definitely.”

Marsha traced a circle in the dirt with the toe of

her sneaker while she listened to Gardener. Passion,

she thought, he had in spades. Probably vision, too.

But she wasn’t sold—not yet. “Hey Gardener, what

about my company’s vision? They’re the people who

sign my paychecks, right? Shouldn’t they have a vision

that I could use?”

“Don’t you know what your company’s vision is,

Marsha?”

“Yeah,” she joked. “Churn and burn, baby.”

He laughed. “That’s good—but not what I meant

exactly.” He thought for a moment, and then his face

brightened. “Let’s try this: what’s your vision for the

garden you’re starting? You know, how will everything

turn out?”

“That’s easy,” she said, warming to the task. “I see a

gorgeous panorama of color on a calm July morning.

There are rows of deep green plants, tomatoes, car-

rots, and peppers. The soil is dark and rich. There are

also the fire-engine-red roses that I planted last year.

The aroma is wonderful as I stroll through my gar-

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