Next door to the abandoned dairy farm that is Foxley Hill, lies a very small farm run by a very quiet, polite family.  Mrs. Farmer is a dreamy soul who grows vegetables and flowers to sell at farmers’ markets. Mr. Farmer spends his days humming and singing church hymns…

Every year it happens the same way. All winter long the soggy bottomland of Foxley Hill is still and quiet. The birds have left and the frogs have buried themselves deep in the mud. Nothing stirs and the snow melt is clear and lifeless. The animals of Foxley…