It’s springtime in the Southern Hemisphere, which means I’m hunting for my gardening gloves. Given the climate I now live in, my gardening tools should be readily accessible, but it’s taking some effort to reshape my Western-Pennsylvanian planting paradigm. My vegetable bed was a mess. Grass and weeds spilled over the sides of the bed, wrestling for dominance over the space. Snails, relishing the darkness and dampness of winter, clung to the frame of the bed and enjoyed free reign….