Seldom does someone get the opportunity for stewardship of a piece of land that hasn’t had a great deal of care for many years. Along with the responsibility can come many surprises and lessons that are about more than birds and bees.
A couple of days ago I was using the garden tractor to mow the west forty. Since I’m still unfamiliar with the eccentricities of the tractor I managed to run out of gas in the middle of the field. As I was walking to the shed to get the gas can, I thought that there are far worse places to run out of gas. Here are five of them.
Last night, Snowball and her mom and I were having a nice, quiet Friday evening pizza dinner at the Homestead. We were enjoying our customary routine of guessing the puzzles on Wheel of Fortune and looking forward to watching baseball, Royals or Cubs, afterwards. Suddenly there was a knock that sounded just like someone at […]
There’s a scene in the original Ghostbusters movie where Bill Murray’s character is trying to convince the mayor of New York how dire the situation is. He claims the city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions with dogs and cats living together in mass hysteria. In my opinion that mixture is a recipe […]