He tends to his herb garden just after he races the morning wind and captures dew on mint leaves in his mechanical lens. Mint is an eager one: the real waiting game is for the basil, which grows hesitantly. When the basil has gone wild, stalks so tall they’ve flopped over, underleaves beginning to rot, he quickly scythes them away, snip snip snip and runs inside to boil some shrimp to make summer rolls.