retlo's curiosity shop

Year 8: We bought a farm. The bee yard is both a rock garden and the center of my future plantings. Every plant and insect has a job on this farm. Those pesky co-evolving phylla all conspiring to keep me up when I wake in the middle of the night. Will there be travel? Will we stay well? I am certainly nesting- baking and preserving more. Wouldn't it be funny if there were an evolutionary origin to my efforts.