"We have farmers for that," she said. "Anyway, this isn't enough land to cultivate more than a kitchen garden. And since I barely use a kitchen, I think it's more practical to dedicate it to a space that everyone can use."

Also, she just wasn't a farmer. She admired them, yes. Even thought they lived idyllic lives. But theirs were lives that followed routines and cycles. And ultimately, that wasn't for her. She was a little too spontaneous. Too energic.

Too mischievous.

"Although I have been wondering if people might like to bring some of their vegetables or herbs here for trade. A sort of open, neutral space people can use to fill their larders."