Thanks for this, Pal. I read it at bedtime, sitting on the edge of the bed. It gave me great pleasure. Lori is sound asleep and I’m happy I can hear her breathing. The cat wants to cuddle. It’s time to turn in. Another night of hoping she’s still here when the sun rises
It was quite a time to be alive. I had my 26th birthday there. You woulda kicked ass I bet. Wild hogs, copperheads, waterfalls. A couple milk goats, the chickens. We didn’t know shit and it didn’t last long but I will never forget.
Sorry I deleted my comment. I do wish I had been there. If you were 26 I would have been 19. TBH I wish we could do that now… a little land, a few chickens, a goat, some bees and a Bee Dog.
You gotta have at least two goats. If there’s only one, she’ll follow you 24/7. Ask me how I know. 🙄 But yeah, I hear you. 170 acres, we had so much land! It was a parcel that had been granted to a Spanish/American War veteran. The fields (tho overgrown somewhat) were bordered by primitive low stone walls. There was even a roofless stone PIG PEN with pig skulls. Glorious HUGE deciduous trees. Just magnificent. And streams they’d call “rios” here. All for 50 bucks an acre and the locals laughed because them Texas hippies paid so much—the going rate was $30/acre (or less)…
Thanks for this, Pal. I read it at bedtime, sitting on the edge of the bed. It gave me great pleasure. Lori is sound asleep and I’m happy I can hear her breathing. The cat wants to cuddle. It’s time to turn in. Another night of hoping she’s still here when the sun rises
You’re very welcome. Blessings to you both!
It was quite a time to be alive. I had my 26th birthday there. You woulda kicked ass I bet. Wild hogs, copperheads, waterfalls. A couple milk goats, the chickens. We didn’t know shit and it didn’t last long but I will never forget.
Sorry I deleted my comment. I do wish I had been there. If you were 26 I would have been 19. TBH I wish we could do that now… a little land, a few chickens, a goat, some bees and a Bee Dog.
You gotta have at least two goats. If there’s only one, she’ll follow you 24/7. Ask me how I know. 🙄 But yeah, I hear you. 170 acres, we had so much land! It was a parcel that had been granted to a Spanish/American War veteran. The fields (tho overgrown somewhat) were bordered by primitive low stone walls. There was even a roofless stone PIG PEN with pig skulls. Glorious HUGE deciduous trees. Just magnificent. And streams they’d call “rios” here. All for 50 bucks an acre and the locals laughed because them Texas hippies paid so much—the going rate was $30/acre (or less)…