DistantCrossing

Harvey feels like a dried raisin, and frankly, so does the new farmer. He isn't in the right mindset to pursue a romantic relationship. He's always been a work-a-holic, and now he's at a point in his life where doctorhood has become his whole identity. Thirty-eight years old, tired, and a broken heart and hip to boot, Harvey's content with being alone. In his mind, it's better this way. Meanwhile, the new farmer of Pelican Town is trying to figure things out. Not only does she feel out of place, but she's trying to figure out how the fuck nature works. Her plants won't grow, the farm keeps flooding, she lives in a shack with an outhouse... how the hell does she have time for romance when the world is on fire? Especially when she feels like a raisin drifting in a sea of milk?