Wow, that first paragraph really descripbes my childhood home. Except the blackberry bushes weren't along a sagging fence, they were down by the creek. So were the bees.
I actually live like...a mile or two from that house now. I think I might go pick blackberries. Is it black berry picking time yet?!?!
It's easy to idealize the pastoral when you're not raking a half acre of leaves, swatting mosquitoes or trying to teach the ground to distinguish "lawn" from "tree
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grins...yeah, I hear you too...but then I've only had chickens in small quantities. Winnie and Peep, that is. I loved them and they tended to follow me. I kept them free range so that they'd eat the bugs and they'd provide me with eggs. just laughs at the expressions of horror. heh.
I know its going to take a while. I have this job that takes me careening around, but I long for a patch of land. I'll find it some day...I'm glad you found yours smiles...
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I actually live like...a mile or two from that house now.
I think I might go pick blackberries. Is it black berry picking time yet?!?!
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just laughs at the expressions of horror.
heh.
I know its going to take a while. I have this job that takes me careening around, but I long for a patch of land. I'll find it some day...I'm glad you found yours
smiles...
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