When one of my parents died a few years ago, I tried to bring myself back to earth by gardening. I took a course at the local community garden. Tending to this small, bewitching corner of south london through a full growing season was meaningful to many of my classmates for their own often private reasons. For my part at least, it offered a lesson in tenses, a reminder of past, present, and future and a lesson in growth. These essays and vignettes document that growth, inside and outside the garden.