The backyard of his suburban house

...in the vegetable patch.

The tomatoes were still green, but there was plenty of weeding to do, and the potatoes should have broken up the earth enough to be pulled out and the new Basil plant planted. Humming tunelessly to himself, he went about his chores, pulling up a stack of weeds for the compost heap, and harvesting the strawberries that were ripe for eating. They were rich and red, and since he kept the plants shielded by netting, they were also completely untouched by birds.

Washing one quickly under the spray of the water hose, he bit into it, the juice dribbling down his chin, it was sweet and luscious, just like...