Despite the destruction caused by fallen trees and power outages, all that rain and wind in Atlanta had a plus side, too. When sun finally came out, my next door neighbor pulled out his tiller and rolled through the earth blocked off for the garden. The steady hmm of the tiller was a welcome sound. His wife and I have gardened separately, if companionably for years, but this year we’re having a community garden, and so I had a vested interested in watching the thick mounds of dirt being turned over and later mixed with bags of manure. Their granddog loved it, too, and left deep footprints (and we hope nothing else) right down the middle.