A good friend of mine recently inherited his father's garden. At first, he was a little shocked. Not knowing what he wanted to do with it. He even considered just tearing it apart and discontinuing what his father had started. Within time Elvin found peace and solitude by maintaining the fruit of labor and greenery his backyard had to offer. Aunties and friends began coming by his place nearly every weekend to grab first dibs on the fruitful Cherimoya's which he now refers to the "Key to Tita's Heart." A true blessing in disguise, Elvin has found structure, meaning, and peace in gardening fruits and plants just like his father.