No one died today. It was a good day.
Chainsaws were ran, greenhouses climbed, ladders mounted.
There was a small incident with a tree accidentally downed onto hwy 19 but no cars were hit.
I have a walnut tree in the field. It is in the process of dying. It will still be dying by the time I am buried underneath it. I asked my neighbor permission (so much better than forgiveness) if I could take some other trees down that were obscuring my view on the oncoming traffic, leaving my driveway. Which is true, but it also blocks the view from the road onto my proposed bill board. Now that they are cleared you can see a prospective sign a mile away, really all of 5280 feet. I plan on moving Lincoln's cabin and use it to put a bill board on top of it. My neighbor borrowed that building once, so it must be movable. ((He came by one day last year asking if he could buy the little log cabin and I declined. Then he asked to borrow it, to use it in a 4th of July parade. "Hey dude, can I borrow your garage for a couple of days?". So one day I came home and the cabin was gone, and a week later it was back, he'd put it somewhere else, but anyway, it was back. )). But how the hell did he move it? It is cute and I think I could put an easy sign on top of it, but how did he move it?
Thinking about ideas for texts... You can do some serious damage, it really is a prime site for a billboard. "Got okra?", "Wil farm for food", "God hates "family values"", "Strawberries!" " I pick you pay" "You dig potatoes?", "Shoot the NRA" etc. I'll wait till Math an Ma are here so they can prevent me from dastardly drunken moments of radicalness, relcalcitrance and mayhem. I got a good location for the second billboard, right in the bend of the road, can't miss it. I am going to put on that 1952 chevy pickup truck.
A road side stand... what the hell was I thinking? Just in the last year I have worked on hooking up electricity from the meter, tractor engines, hauling lumber for building, seeds for growing, billboard designs, planting things, harvesting strawberries, chickens, electric fence, grants, concrete, farmersmarkets, oh and now the process of moving a little building. Just a dumb gardner with a masters' degree
I do have a fine location, I think, on hwy 19 between the suburbs of Big Spring and the metropolis of Hermann. Maybe god can give me a sign some time that I am on the right track.
Less then 10 words... like a mini haiku.
_______________Wil Farm Fresh_____________
________U pick, I pick, U pay______________
________ Left here_______________
Pieter Los, born in Scotland, raised in the Netherlands, lost in the USA. .