Ok, not exactly neighbors, but the nice folks in our new community.
If you’ve followed our blog for any amount of time you’ll know that Maria and I are going to be unable to live full time at the farm for a couple of years. I’ve got to finish up and retire from that silly job/ career. That will gives us a decent monthly income to help fund things a little. And, while I would love to be here now, all the time, it is still going to take a couple of years to get the house, barn, and shed built so we can live here.
So, on to the neighbors. Awhile back we met our actual neighbor that lives a cross the road. He’s a great older gentleman and his wife who have lived in their house since the 70s.
But, as we drive out here every couple of weeks to work and improve the land, we drive through our “new” community. Keep in mind that the town is 10 miles away and at the time of the 2000 census there were 1257 inhabitants. Just our kind of place.
For the last few months we’ve noticed on a sign in front of the Gretna volunteer fire department, they have been advertising a barbeque supper as part of there fund raising. Well, that was tonight. We worked on the farm all day and then washed up as best we could and went to town! It was really nice to see real hometown folks come out to support there volunteer firemen and meet with each other. The little old ladies with their hair and make up done and the little old men in their Sunday clothes. All meeting and greeting each other as if they hadn’t spoken in years. Just our kind of place.
The only people that actually talked to us were the fireman we had spoken to earlier in the day when we stopped to buy raffle tickets for a 4wd atv that they were giving away. But even in the hub bub of their big shindig, those guys remembered who we were and greeted us as friends. Just our kind of place.
So that was the wonderful part of the day. Work at the farm was good. Not too hot, and productive, until….
If you aren’t familiar with a single row, leinbach plow, they aren’t supposed to look like that.
They have one bolt in the frame that is weaker than the rest. Its designed that way for safety. Should you over tax the plow i.e. Hitting a big rock, stump, or just generally beat the tar out of it, that “shear bolt” is meant to do just that, shear. This allows the blade to rotate down and release you from whatever it was that you didn’t need to be plowing.
Maria and I had to redirect about a third of our driveway (300 feet of it) because our original path had a couple of really sharp turns. And, we started clearing the first 2 acres that will be the “barnyard”. We got brush cut and stacked, trees felled and stacked, and then I went to town…see that connection from above?
I ripped and tore my way through that dry clay soil and got about 80 percent of the stumps ripped out. Our little, 32 year old John Deere 850 was grunting and groaning, but she was getting the job done. Then I snapped the bolt. That was a perfect time to park her, get cleaned up and go meet our new community. Either in town, or 10 miles away here in the brush…its just our kind of place.
This is weekend long work trip, so hopefully I’ll have some really cool photos tomorrow. But now its time to relax by the fire and listen to the whipporwills sing in the distance.
We hope that you are all having as good of a weekend as we are!