I had to get up onto the roof of the barn yesterday to check how a bit of water dripped inside.  I found no evidence from up above, of how water could have gotten through the metal roof to the floor below.  While up there for the first time, I noticed how different the farm looked from the roof top. Down there was one of the new asparagus beds (raised), and over there, next year’s garlic.  Nothing like a fresh layer of golden straw before weeds come barelling through!   The gate askew.  The shapes and stripes of color against a puffy gray sky with a distant white.  There are many ways to see this place.  It is a matter of perspective.  Perspective seems…