Island Farm & Garden
I’ve become an Island Farmer. As yet, our crops are limited to basil and tomatoes, but what glorious meals are made of these! A pregnant goat bleats from her garden-view pen, and a motley flock of chickens have free run of the five acres we now call home.
The neighbour’s feral peacocks add flavour to the mix, crying out in the night like nightmare-struggling children. The moon criss-crosses the property, peering down at our unshorn fields and setting the silver bark of our birch trees aglow. I start my day feeding the critters and collecting the few eggs that my young flock produces. I try not to count my chickens before they hatch, but all the farm seems to be a place of aniticipation.
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