It puts me in mind of how adamant I was when hiring a professional builder to not say it was me doing the building – more accurately, I would say I was having a tiny house built. These are subtle and incredibly important nuances to language, which of course imply ownership and ability. I cannot grow tomatoes, and it would be awfully strange if I could. Perhaps I can put more effort into intentionally creating the conditions in which tomatoes would like to grow, but based on last year’s experiments, that is currently in question. The only tomato plants to bear fruit under my gaze in the southern hemisphere are self-seeded, and my gaze wasn’t really upon them until Hannah’s cheerful greenhouse clip made me think about going to check out the plants growing in superabundance out of the compost.