Farmers

 I grew up travelling with a happy loving family. The bus I lived in ran off chip oil and the roof was where I grew my garden. When the bus set down at markets I gave out little seedlings with instruction for care and my number for advice.

Everyday my parents supported my growth and learning. I talked to my green friends, the bee, the dragonflies and worms and one day Rata called me, I’d given her chilli seedlings years ago, and she offered me a plot of land to grow on with her and Leo.





