Winter

Yesterday, I had the pleasure of visiting and photographing Goat Grid Farm, a Syntropic Farm in the heart of Lewes. Josh and I ambled along the pathways, following closely. The farm lay still beneath the quietness of winter. Bare branches of hazel, fig and apricot trees, stretched toward a pale, white sky. The mimosas and yuzu trees waited patiently for spring, while dormant grapevines spiked and spurred.

We trod carefully over the mulch beds, mindful not to disturb the delicate roots and shoots of the new year ahead. A happy brood of chickens followed in our footsteps, dancing, pecking and weaving between us. Their feathers fluffed against the chill, their presence a reminder that even in the winter’s stillness, the farm was alive, waiting.

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