Oh well... never mind. I really want to see her farm.
I don't know anyone else in Singapore that owns a farm. It seems such a luxury to have a wide expanse of land upon which you can grow anything that takes your fancy. Mulberries, okra, eggplant... It's so cool to stomp out onto your farm in ugly rubber boots so that the squishy mud doesn't get on your feet. It's wonderful to let the children loose onto your farm and have them catch ladybugs, and raise caterpillars. It sounds so hip to swagger about and discourse intelligently about the various ways to administer chicken shit to your plants. In a moment of folly, I ordered two 25kg bags of chicken shit and now am wondering whether it'll last me forever in my tiny patch of rooftop garden. Now... if I had a farm, it would be a different story.