This speaks to me so deeply :-). I began planting vegetables and "dirtying my hands" late in life ... as a Black woman with roots in Mississippi, sharecropping (and slavery) were not history lessons to me, but stories, memories my grandmother shared, and "field work" was to be despised and avoided at all costs. And yet ... and yet ... I plant things wherever I go, no matter the season. Herbs in pots in Arizona, tomatoes in Louisiana, collards in Illinois, odd little peppers in Scotland ... it heals me, somehow. Our hands know more than we think :-). Love to you in your journey Felicia.