From an internet cafe tucked away in Manhattan's lower east side, Katie types away, eyes beaming as she looks over the most recent photos of the SMS garden Robin has sent our way.
The pumpkins have grown in all directions, banishing the bed to invisibility; meanwhile, the tomatoes and tomatillos have bushed out to look less like leaves and more like a giant's bed head.
If you look closely, to the left of the bed, there are pots of marigolds keeping the bugs away from the fattening tomatoes.
In the courtyard, where birds are a greater worry than bugs, the painted ladies have fanned out and are loaded with beans.
The garden is doing so well and, soon enough, we will have our final number on the weight of all food harvested! Excitement!
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