The Vision
THE VISION Five acres, maybe eight, with an oak tree on the hill which overlooks the porch we sit and look out over on. A garden, then however many chickens will produce however many eggs we eat. And geese, or goats, or both. She feels I struggle to untangle the ideal from what it chokes, but what’s more real than hope? As to tools and other skills needed to steward the soil— tractors and a farmer’s will— here we agree I am lacking, if differently defined. It’s what I’m hoping to find by going: tools sure enough to till not just the plot of earth the house is on, but then the unseen acres in each of us, the rolling hills between.