We haven't been to The Farm in almost three months.
Everything is just on hold and now, with a housing boom on up here, we're looking at having to buy another house just so the kids can have a backyard because rents are ridiculous.
I'm imagining the mess at The Farm and it's haunting me.
It'll be like Mrs Frisby and the Rats of NIMH - the mice will have taken over the house and built their own civilisation in my kitchen, complete with food processing plant because my sunflowers and corn have gone berserk, taking over the entire second block.
The earwigs will have evolved and be walking upright.
It's raining down there so the grass will have overgrown the piles of rubbish and junk - that's got to be a bonus.
And our you-beaut grey water system - all paid for - is sitting in a box somewhere because we're not there to point to where we want it to go.
I miss the place - happy as we are here at the moment.
I think I'm going to go buy some organic non-hybrid seeds on the internet on principle.
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