Retreat, retreat, or maybe not.

How the same word can have different meaning, ma was fascinated by that.  Some sound the same, spelled differently: leak/leek.    (And a leek does make you leak by the way. )  Some are spelled the same but with different meanings, or at least emphasis.
 
Retreat:  back away from battle, contemplation paradise.   

Sometimes I forget that I do all this to have fun, a big hobby that can get consuming. Math opened my eyes, not always pleasant to have your errors pointed out, but yep, he is right.  You can only start so many new things without neglecting what you started earlier.  So he was mad about the flowerbed he put a lot of effort in 3 years ago and which succumbed to lack of attention.  Because, well, because there were chickens and dogs and plants and watering and picking and weeding and tractors and laundry and parties and grants and living and women and what have you not.   It takes a business plan to do this right, but right then and there, business and  plan are two difficult words. 
It takes a dedication to do this, in a sense I do have that, slowly but surely working towards something, but eh, what was it again?  Eventually,  eventually,  I will not be able to hide behind the lack of tools and toys because I have them all and then I would have to finally admit: no Pede you are not made for this.  But say it aint so! 
Like Orval says: I got a picture of it in my mind. 


But, the other day I made a potato digging plow out of odds and ends that had been laying in the yard for years.   A couple of hours of welding and you know what? I was frigging proud of myself.  Something that works, really, it actually does, it will last me the rest of my life and then it will have gone up in value because the metal price will have gone up.  It really beats using a pitch fork for a third of a mile.  Photo's to follow.

So this week there is electric to the pavilion.   It sounded  simple: hook up electric.  But... you have to cut down trees that are in the way, (so  you have to fix the chainsaw), find 150 feet of wire, a fuse box (and then replace parts of the fusebox breakers), find other parts,  and more parts, a tree trimmer guy for the tree I can't drop, a guy that has no fear of working on a 20 ft ladder and with electric.   Important to have electric there.   I read that the right kind of music slows down weeds, and increases work joy, so, music is a must, also, now I can plug in the small refrigerator, the weighing scale and the big walk in cooler (which just needs 2 grand to hook up the compressor).  The small fridge is great for inspiration: just a few more thoughts and I can have a beer. 
It sounds simple:  hook up the electric.   

So slowly but surely...  Paul Kormann came by and put a new load of gravel on 1st street, the drive through the field.  It took some doing and a couple of weeks of slavery at work to pay for it, but it is here, it looks nice, fresh gravel.   I gave Paul a check and a few dozen eggs; forgot to sign the check and the eggs were, to put it mildly, past due.  He didn't complain about the check, just muttered something about not being able to use the kitchen for a couple of weeks.  Not sure what that was all about.

The chicken grant has been a boon for activities and dreams and visions of a vibrant farmette.  Pok Power!  There are 250 of em.  The building of the coups took a little longer than thought (who'da thunked) but their housing is state of the art and can move easily, photos' and update to follow. 

Pavillion is about done, tractors fixed, everything with an engine seems to work, road done, chicken coups built, nettings ordered.  Hmmm... time to get busy and start weeding them strawberries and shoot for a whopper fall.  

So there are some things to sell around here, but I was torn, Karen helped me out with her encouragement and assurance: if you don't feel like going to market, than don't go and don't feel guilty about it.   You want people to come to you, and she is right:  I want people to come to me.   I will have that road side pick your own, chicken chaser fruit farm. ...   So... retreat, somewhat, to come back with a vengeance.