Good Neighbors Are Kool...
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Sycamore Slough
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So my South Neighbor is a Kool fellow.
He really helped me out today, and basically saved my life in a way.
I had dropped my fone running the tractor near his place, and he kept calling it until I located the darn fone.
That was very Nice of him to help me out... It was maybe ten minutes of time, however I don't have a backup fone with which to call my own number.
We had already chatted today, I probably dropped the darn thing when we all stopped to chat.
Nice to have Super Kool neighbors.
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Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: Druba
A think he deserves a nice
A think he deserves a nice gift!
I've got new neighbors to my south, both dead heads, we've done each other favors, great people. For Turkey day, I'm cooking the turkey and stuffing, they're making sides, be fun to do a neighborhood holiday. I just invited the eldest of the neighbors to join us (they're leaning against driving to family), perhaps get a pie out of them, LOL. I like the idea of not driving, and not making sides (I love making stuffing). The hard part is my vegan neighbor (well, whole foods, unprocessed), but fortunately everyone has lots of booze (and that's a whole foods she very cool with).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=whfQf3Pd5bU
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: Sycamore Slough
Hey I already offered to run
Hey I already offered to run my Log Splitter for a while, to help Neighbor get some stuff split.
It's running nice and he doesn't have super-Heavy stuff, so I can manage it all.
We're actually trying to work out a Beef Cow arrangement where he grazes a handful of Beef cattle on my field. The discussion was basically about not letting the Cows traipse in the nearby Stream.
So that's still a work in progress, but he understands Cows can't go in Stream. I gotta plant some Winter Rye and see how they thrive on that.
Fencing to keep them contained.
Quasi - Legal documents to keep us all happy and pay Tax.
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: jazfish
So interpreting waist high
So interpreting waist high grass off trail or in the middle part with tall grass between the tractor tire trail. Perhaps one hell of a find.
Cool.
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: Sycamore Slough
Jaz --
Jaz --
I spent a couple days mowing that field so I can plant Winter Rye there.
So, tall grass / weeds are gone except at field edges.
The Winter Rye is a decent cover crop, and can be tilled in with a net gain in Nitrogen.
Might be good Cow fodder as well ??
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: jazfish
Good find from your most fine
Good find from your most fine fellow farmer neighbor in the dirt field then.
Recovery score,Stu.
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: nevermind
Mending Wall
Mending Wall
By Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’