I sink my bare hands into the soil, rooting down with my fingers into the womb of the Earth. Cool and damp, I am fortified by the dirt collecting at my fingertips. I forage the garden for wayward shoots and rummage around for climbing weeds. I prune the tomato vines and harvest some herbs, releasing their oils onto my skin. I smell like a platter of Caprese salad. I am nourished by summer's sun and soil.