Early morning in May, sunny kitchen, I pour my second cup of coffee and look out my kitchen window to see Doug, with his trusty Japanese knife, on his knees in a weedy patch. Often I leave for work with a shout and a wave out to the field, but I have a little time to wander out to the field to see what he’s up to. “I’m rescuing these shallots. They’re in pretty good shape but the weeds are overwhelming. I’m taking them out, tilling the soil and replanting them.” Doug to the rescue, as usual.