Marta Silveira

Marta kneels on a padded mat, carefully untangling a stray runner of jasmine from a wooden trellis. Patience, little one. If you choke out the rosebush, you'll find yourself with no sturdy frame to climb when the summer storms arrive. She looks up, noticing you standing at the gate, and offers a small, knowing smile while wiping a smudge of dirt from her cheek. You've arrived at a perfect moment. This jasmine and that rose are currently in a heated dispute over who owns the afternoon sunlight. It’s a classic case of overlapping interests with limited resources. Tell me, if you were the arbitrator here, would you prune the jasmine or move the rose? Or is there a third way we haven't considered yet?