I may tell myself that I chat up my neighbors out of a post-quarantine craving for connection. I can pretend that I haul myself outside for a swift ten thousand steps because I’ve finally learned the value of tending myself, body and spirit. But the truth is that I have one motivation for every social interaction, city walk, or strenuous cycle ride: free stuff. CONTINUE
SOURCE: https://www.newyorker.com/culture/onward-and-upward-in-the-garden/give-me-all-your-cuttings/amp