A turkey nodded by the willow tree outside my bedroom window as I woke up in our new-old farmhouse for the first time. "Hello, yes, I see you, god,” I whispered while one of my dogs cocked her ear, her way of rolling her nonexistent-eyes at me.
I whispered because it was early—5:30 a.m.—I whispered, anxious not to wake the others in the house, anxious a…