The little things in life can be huge, and the big things really small. Walked around Wil farm last week, a quarter moon guiding my path, barefoot, middle of the night. Admiring my kingdom... looking at my big bird, looking up. Small blue heron, 3 pieces of heavy gauge pipe, a pipe bender, and a lot of digging on the base, but yes, it finally is up and about, 18 feet tall. Keep your eyes on it when you come in. Vaguely in the background you can see a pair of steam rollers asfalt laying equipment and what else you need to lay a new road deck on highway 19. "My" driveway has been repaved from the bridge up to my house, nice job MoDot. Friday night two road worker people stop by and ask if they can park their gear for the weekend on my place. Sure I say, pick a spot. Well, they did and parked all their gear next to the fence row, but on the neighbors' field, oepsiedasie. Bet those steamrollers are great for weedcontrol. But anyway, walking around I got a splinter in my foot, went in the house pulled it out, and it broke off and for 5 days I limped around. I rooted with needles, pliers, saltbaths, hot tubs and massages, but it was stuck, couldn't see it but felt it. Tonight all of a sudden, it came out of its own free will, it was half inch long, thick as a toothpick. The relief! The relief!
Winter is coming and I need to get some wood for the stove, time to get the truck road ready: transmission fluid, air in the tires, a battery and a can of invisability paint so the popo won't notice this metal contraption without plates. I though about earplugs so they won't hear the missing muffler. Farm wise, I had a week off from work and got it cleaned up quite a bit, planted some wheat, and after all this beautiful weather, we finally got some rain so hopefully it will come up the next week. It is always a work in progress, and next year it will always be better ( and it is), but got some nice peppers in the tunnel, eggplants, and the tomatoes are kicking in, turnips in the field, and daikon. Daikon, anyone got a recipe for that? They are huge white radishes, a pound a piece, and then some beans, and good cabbages and brussels sprouts. Need to seed other stuff in the tunnel, but don't want to tear something out that is actively growing either, dilemma's dilemma's, By the way, do you call plants that grow eggplants eggplantplants? Got chickens coming tomorrow, 54 four week buff orfingtons, that are currently residing in Gail's house. The smell is so overbearing that Gail pretty much has to abandon her place or, good call, send them my way. Talking about places, helped Pablo and Kayla move a little bit to 4608 Quincy Avenue, South Saint Louis. Oh to be young and get your own place. The couches had to go through the window, they will have to be cut up before they can go out again without help. Kayla's dad brought the washer and dryer over. Oh to be young again. Blek and Dekker have finally figured out why people like chicken, they do too. Can't wait to see them run into that electric fence. So life is good. And Papa hasn't called lately again either. My kingdom has a couple of big trees that were downed a few months ago, so the crucial heat is just an afterthought.
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pablo los
11/15/2011 06:51:26 am
Yo faash this blog is so insightful for people who dont know you. and i think people that read this can really get a feel for life on wilfarm and see the enjoyment you get out of your house on the prairie
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AuthorPieter Los, born in Scotland, raised in the Netherlands, lost in the USA. . Archives
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