© Shizue Seigel. All Rights reserved.
Jiichan loved his little ten-acre farm. Even
though he hadn’t planted crops for years, he still kept up his
vegetable garden. Fruit trees grown from cuttings traded with long-dead
friends continued to bear fruit, and roses and fuchsias bloomed in the
front yard. And he had plenty to do – fixing water pumps,
tightening door hinges, or simply walking the muddy fields amid the
ghosts of long-gone strawberry fields and prune orchards.
A well-made Life