Plowing the urban land, you find the darndest things.Photo: Nina LalliI brag a lot about the various smells and chores generated by farm life in Bed-Stuy. But it surprises even me to hear myself go on about which hen is laying the biggest eggs or how the squash is taking over the garden. How did I go from being a single lady in a third-floor walk-up to running a farm with a guy I had known for less than a year? Considering my inclination toward rescuing filthy, abandoned street animals and my love of food, it's really a wonder it …
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