My name is Mara, and I grow vegetables so my family can eat—

not for clout, not for fun. Every tomato means fewer groceries to buy.

I don’t have the luxury of fences or extras.

Just early mornings, sore hands, and hard-earned food.

It started when my neighbor Julian set up a “Sharing Shelf” nearby.

Nice idea—until people treated my garden like a free-for-all.

Kids trampled kale, adults grabbed cucumbers right off the vine.

When I said something, they smiled like I was being rude.

I put up signs. A rope fence. I asked for basic respect. One man told me he

“needed” my cherry tomatoes for a date night. Julian shrugged and said I should “just share.”

But this wasn’t generosity—it was theft dressed in feel-good slogans.

So I installed motion-triggered sprinklers. Problem solved—

thieves got soaked, and word spread fast.

One girl returned with an apology and cookies, staying outside the fence.

That day, I smiled. Lesson learned: ask

, and I’ll probably say yes.

Take without asking—expect rain