Its 1996 and I am working in a little hole in the wall nursery in San Francisco. One day this really beautiful gardener - a 5 foot tall blonde Irish American girl with a beret and army cammo pants who runs a business called (appropriately) Hummingbird Gardens - pulls up in front of our front gate in a little Toyota pickup truck, the back end of which is loaded with ginger plants that she’s ripped out of someone’s back yard.