Notes From The Farm

We moved to a little farm. Not much of a place, more of a house with a big yard to mow. A little over 5 acres of pretty much undisturbed Montana Prairie. Hope to get a calf in the spring to eat the weeds, then in the fall, we will eat the calf. No apologies. I am an omnivorous carnivore. All I have to do is put up some fence to keep it out of the garden plot. Kathryn, my wife is pretty insistent on keeping the livestock, including deer, out of the flower bed. She had a beautiful garden at our old place in town, and in the spring, will transplant the roses, strawberries, and whatever else will grow, out here.

I am trying to find enough time to do the things necessary to put the place in order, but time is in short supply. I work part time at a radio station, making commercials, and minister two days a week. Both jobs are in in town, which is 20 miles away. (16 if you take the gravel road. More about the gravel roads later) 'Course sometimes have to make two trips to get things accomplished. It's really not bad, I commuted a lot farther than that when I lived in southern California. I also freelance at making radio commercials from a studio I have here in our home, so I certainly have very little time to be bored.

All together, it's pretty nice.

"Oh, life on the farm is kinda laid back
but nothin' that a country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, and early in the sack
Thank god I'm a Country Boy."

- John Denver -

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Lee