“You think too highly of us! We won't make it to harvest time!” she said, laughing and nodding toward the fragile green shoots. Jacob looked up, squinting in the late sun. His face was damp with sweat, but he was smiling anyway - a crooked smile that made her heart beat faster. “I think so!” - he laughed in exchange. “And what about them?” She pointed to the tiny green pea vines. Judging by their appearance, they would clearly be difficult to use as examples of resilience.