I dream of clucking chickens, romping goats, and an overloaded greenhouse. Saturday mornings filled with hunting eggs, milking goats, and plucking seasonal produce. Long afternoons will be filled with canning the harvest, whipping butter, culturing yogurt, and some experimental cheese making. Lush strawberries will hang down trellises, tomatoes so plump they droop towards the bottom of the bed, and garden…