It is raining too hard to go farming so we are at home… Farming. He turns 9 on Thursday- in all, nine pretty good years.
I wish I had something besides just my phone to take pictures this last week. There were some beautiful sunsets and sunrises and deer and rabbits ( tons of bunnies- Hasenpfeffer galore) and even a wayward skunk that thankfully I didn’t run over as it slowly wandered out of my way. Down to the last 750 acres or so. Then maybe a long nap….
View from my mobile office, day 21. Or so.
Somewhere in the distance is Madison. I used to commute there 5 or 6 days a week right past the field I’m sitting in now. This morning I was one of those damn farmers the commuters complain about.
This is why I love Wisconsin. A month ago my friend lost his grain buggy driver and I offered to help. I busted ass to get some projects done on time and politely postponed some other projects so I could help him and this has been one of the best things I have done.
Look.At This View.
Everybody talks about fall as the time when everything is dying. But really, it is when we are reaping all the benefits of the work from the spring and summer. The crisp,cool mornings and the beautiful sunny afternoons and the ability to actually sleep at nights.
But, fuck winter. totally different post.
Yeah. So. This tree was going to get cut down by a professional next Monday before it fell on one of my buildings. Mother nature changed my plans. Bag.
Luckily, it missed my shed by inches and only did minimal damage to the lawn. And possibly one of my asparagus patches.
Annnnd that was the best shower ever. Minus the sex showers.
Ahh, who am I kidding. INCLUDING the sex showers.
On that note, I need a bigger shower. With a more tractiony floor.
Earlier today this was 50 linear feet of fence.
I am going to hurt like HELL in the morning…