It certainly doesn't feel like much of a farm around her with the first year and a good while for us to NOT have a garden. There's just been too much going on around her to get to planting. I'll have a late garden, but I'm not holding my breath. We've been too busy clearing land and working with animals.
Clearing = piles of trees. Piles of trees = lots of fires. Lots of fires = lots of roasted marshmallows. Roasted marshmallows = gooey marshmallow in hair. Almost always.
You see what I live with?