By Evelyn Zelmer We sit in what used to be a church parking lot, on stumps that used to be trees, surrounded by the promise of everything that is still to come. Across from me… 

By Evelyn Zelmer After receiving a gardening task from farm-site manager Senija Davis, I use my bare hand to overturn decaying logs and unlock the soft mounds of compost beneath them— remnants of plant material,…