Every morning, we watch for new leaves poking up through a box we've filled with soil and encased in chicken coop wire. Outside this small raised bed and the few pots lining one side of the deck, the strip between our house and the next overflows with bittercress, chickweed, field bindweed, dandelion, filaree. But honeybees come back when we leave the weeds to prosper, when we leave clover to velvet the lawns. White cabbage butterflies flutter like small, loose shingles among tips of wild violet.

