As a city dweller, I’m obsessed with the lives of farmers. I know it is very hard work but I’ve completely romanticized it. I imagine rising at dawn, putting on a loose white dress, wandering the farm, plucking fresh produce at whim and bringing it back to the kitchen to start breakfast before the rest of my family wakes up. It’s never cold or rainy. My harvest is always plentiful. I don’t even seem to need coffee.