This time last year, the Tin House was a mess. Three big construction projects were underway at once—the root washer, the onion rack, and another chicken coop—and you risked life and limb just trying to set your foot down. This winter, however, the situation is entirely different. The tables and floors are bare, as though the farmers had flown to Aruba, yet we’re still thoroughly occupied, just in a way not easily observed. This winter we’re focusing on our field systems, i.e