Jenny’s been a widow now for three years. She seems to have managed quite well. Before Hubert’s death they had a small farm. It was more than a life-style; it was an income. They survived off the land.
When Hubert died, Jenny took over. It was as if she had farmed all her life. In fact, she had farmed all her life. It wasn’t as if she had pottered at the kitchen sink while her husband ploughed and made hay while the sun shone. She had been out there doing as much as her husband. They had been a team.
And now she was on her own and more than managing; although the farm needed a few improvements she could ill afford.
So Jenny decided to “rent out” the land to Harry, a nearby neighbouring farmer – in exchange for him replacing the farm gates. He moved in a herd of cattle. Then Jenny decided to “rent out” the land to Phil, a nearby neighbouring farmer – in exchange for him replacing the farm water troughs. He moved in a flock of sheep. Then Jenny decided to “rent out” the land to Dave, a nearby neighbouring farmer – in exchange for him replacing a few of the farm fences. He began to plough a field for a crop. They Jenny told yet another neighbour that they would be welcome to have a go-cart course for the kids around a hillock on the property…
These days, Jenny’s in the hospital. She can’t remember much. And down on the farm there’s hell to play.