 The pumpkins were coming up, their big leaves sprouting off thick, fuzzy vines. And so were the carrots, the eggplants, the cucumbers, the beans, all the beans, even the ones that Isabella had dropped on top of the dirt, the lavender and the mustard greens. Of all the things my two-and-a-half-year-old daughter had insisted on planting, I thought the mustard greens were probably the weirdest.