Last week one of the veteran pea patchers left me ten pounds of rosemary to take to the food bank, to go along with the usual beets and chard I was bringing. Inspired, I cut an armload of mint, which is growing wild all over our community garden, and added it to the haul. I worried that the food bank folks would think I was offloading our weeds, even if small bundles of mint sell for $2 at the farmer’s market. But Mike, down at Cherry Street, was gracious as ever.

“They’ll be happy to have these,” he said, and took the bags eagerly.