From the breezeway, I watch the early fall harvest at The Hickories. Bumblebees graze the stalks of blue salvia blooming in the garden. The soft hairs on the bottom of a lamb’s chin, which serve as little antennae, discern for her the tenderest and sweetest leaves among the pasture grasses she mows in the paddock beyond the garden. The farmers in the barn tease and laugh as they clean garlic for the Farm Stand. Intimacy with plants is part of the daily existence of every living creature here.