Yesterday, in the heat we parted leafy clumps to pluck gleaming fruit from the tree—and I will never get over how they ripen from stone- green to fleshy pulp inside, despite our inconstant care: only this season's infrequent rains, somehow, have sustained them. When the wet months begin in the Northern Territory, the water-holding frog digs itself out of the underground where it has kept itself cocooned inside its skin for two, even three, improbable years. In scarcity, the body learns to draw into itself and use the least amount of energy. Aboriginal peoples in the desert who know every part of a plant can be used—lilies and tubers, stalk and seed— have learned to drink water straight from the frog. In scarcity, the body is a divining rod tapping for sustenance. But in scarcity, sometimes it feels incapable of giving up its last stores.