Saturday morning, the crew crouches by a bush at the edge of the garden. One side faces the open sky. The other faces a fence.
"Same plant, two sides," Raven says. "What do you notice about the leaves?"
Rocket looks closely without touching. "The sunny side has more leaves. They point up. The fence side is thinner."
Nova hovers over the top of the bush. "Which side catches more light?" she asks. "And what does light become?"
"Sugar," Rocket says. "So the sunny side made more plant."
They walk the garden, pointing at every leaf turned toward the sky. Raven counts green things until she runs out of fingers.