After a week of being torn down (for reasons I won’t go into), I did the only thing I could do to move forward. I started building again. I began with the elaborate bamboo structure I build each year that will hold my cascading vines of cucumbers and beans, like a Rube Goldberg machine, if the pollinators stay through the neighbors’ mosquito spraying this year or if I shake and swab the flowers enough by hand so they pollinate. I started, once again, with hope. And then I moved on to applying myself again — to opportunities, to life.