We bought our tomatoes from Katy’s farm this year. She made little labels for each plant, written in the same distinctive handwriting she’s had for as long as I can remember, more familiar to me even than my own. I like going out to water my plants every evening and seeing this little piece of my friend, as if a tiny version of her was standing in each pot waving and grinning her giant grin and saying “Hello! Hello! Hello!”