Home Gardening Becomes Even More Imperative

"Michael \"Dog3\" Lonergan" wrote in news:Xns994097E1DA6B5zjlzzjkvjzklzjkljxkl@69.28.186.121:

D'argo has always saved his best... er... ERUPTIONS...:) for the farriers. He does it to be funny, I swear. It's his own personal commentary on things. And he always has a look on his face like the little boy who farts loudly in church -- totally embarrased but obviously he couldn't control it, Mom. Really, it was just an accident.

On Wed, 30 May 2007 16:32:10 +0000 (UTC), FragileWarrior

Charlie wrote in news: snipped-for-privacy@4ax.com:

Nope. It's just a small town in Indiana. I'm in the heart of town. There's the post office, town hall, our only restaurant and four grain silos. Oh, yeah, and the tornado siren. There are no stop signs/lights on Main Street. I keep my horses in the heart of town and I can ride them right to the door of the post office if I feel like it.

Can't take the wagon out much around here - all the big rigs would run over us! Can ride the horses though. My husband has been known to "ride" thru the local Hardee's drive thru. Gets lots of laughs about that. There is a town here in NC called Love Valley. No cars are allowed there - horses & mules only!

Bill Rose expounded:

Thank you, Bill, but....I am not Charlie :o)

(I asked the question, not Charlie)

Bill:

I haven't read the second book yet. The first one is a pretty fast read, but I read fast...

The chapter about tulips is fascinating, as well as the reason why Johnny Appleseed planted apples all over the place. To folks who haven't read the book, he was planting apple trees to produce apples to make hard cider. A man after my own heart.

Jan

On Wed, 30 May 2007 23:45:07 +0000 (UTC), FragileWarrior

I'll be damned. In Indiana?

Nothing like a small town. Sounds like the town I grew up in, sans horses in town.

My sons both live about ten miles away, in a town of 250 or so (raised them boys right, we did! They don't care much for the bright lights and fast pace either) The town council went and got uppity, thinking, I guess that they were a suburb of our town of about 10 grand, and passed an ordinance banning any livestock. Elder son has an acre and a half in town and was considering a Jersey and chickens. Screwed now.

Charlie, Dodgin' the occasional buggy

Some of us are still doing that. There are three gals right here in my little neighborhood who sell our eggs. About 50 dozen eggs a week, between the three of us, and we can't meet our market demand.

A couple of gals sell raw milk, but do it very quietly, because it's not legal in this state to sell it.

Another neighbor is a truck farmer and a founding mother of our local Farmers Market, which has grown exponentially in 5 years.

And all of my Old Believer Russian neighbors grow a huge amount of the food they need for the year. Literally tons of spuds; cabbage; carrots; broccoli; lots of beets (for borscht), etc. (Lots of food crops thrive in our cool Alaskan summers.) They all have greenhouses -- typical size is ~20'x30', although one neighbor just built a new one that's at least 40' long. (I'm very jealous...)

Those families average 12 children each. The kids help with the garden, the milk cows, the chickens (meat & egg), the horses, goats and other assorted & sundry animals. The kids also go out commercial fishing with their dads & uncles, and they go hunting in the fall for moose & caribou. The kids grow up with a real understanding of where their food comes from and how to make it all happen.

We can't get "American" kids to work on the ranch, doing haying. The Russian kids are happy for the work. I've never heard a single whimper or whine, bucking square bales.

We sell our composted cow manure like crazy this time of year. The organic truck farmers and my Russian neighbors buy it.

We started selling the cow poop simply because we're always broke in May. I needed money to pay the light bill & the phone bill. Now we sell I don't know how many tons of it every spring : )

Jan in Alaska Zone 3 and time to plant-out, right after this full moon (we have snow in the forecast for tomorrow night)

I'll believe that when I see it... I think he's just playing lip service if you know what I mean.

Hmmmm.....thought that was the the Arkansawyer that played that.

FragileWarrior > around and plops a few big dollops and then tries to throw me. He is

Jonsey was such a quiet, sweet fellow when I first started riding him. Now he's full of the devil. Seems like right after I made the decision to buy him, the spoiled child routine started. I suppose he somehow senses he has a permanent, good family and wants the spoils he's missed. He never looks embarrased when he does something ungentlemanly like. He looks defiant ;) Somehow I've got to get him to realize he no longer has to race for his oats. Once he settles down he can sail over fences like no other horse I've ever had but if I don't warm him up first I find myself hurtling over fences at what seems like 100mph.

Michael

Whoa.....are you alive? Is this post originating from heaven?

Hello, is this god speaking? Is this a vision of the afterlife?

Seriously now.....

Charlie, to whom the angel spoke

I could not agree more. I bet those were much easier times to live. Now we have cereal aisles with ten thousand different cereals. When I was a kid there was Kellogs Frosted Flakes, Fruit Loops, Shredded Wheat and Farina! Well, more than that, but certainly not an aisle full of postured, product placement. It's mind boggling.

"Michael \"Dog3\" Lonergan" wrote in news:Xns9940D4614458zjlzzjkvjzklzjkljxkl@69.28.186.121:

I hope you're wearing a helmet, my friend.

Hi Om,

I believe charlie was referencing (jokingly) the bill & monica scandel, uh, show! charlie can correct me if i'm wrong though.......

Rae

Makes sense now, sorry! ;-)

Just color that a "duh" moment for me!

FragileWarrior was forced to post

Always. And no jewelry either.

Michael

"Michael \"Dog3\" Lonergan" wrote in news:Xns994178A8F972Ezjlzzjkvjzklzjkljxkl@69.28.186.121:

The first time I popped a helmet I had to return it for a new one and write a story about what had happened so they could study it. I settled for drawing a cartoon of Evil D'argo (complete with tiny, devil, horse-horns) laughing maniacally as he sucked in his gut and spun his saddle -- and me

-- off on steep slope. I think I may even have had bounce lines to show my trajectory down the hillside.