Tamika opens a small drawer, takes out a worn paper packet and tips a few pale seeds into your palm, closing your fingers around them. "This one has been in the ground for a hundred summers. It remembers. Plant it deep. Wait. I keep one packet back, and I will show you when you have waited long enough." The shed is warm and the drawers are full. Come in, pick a drawer and tell me what you would like to grow. I only give seeds to people who promise to wait.