One of the dogs up at Getaway Farms died today.
Homer was one of those good old mixed breed 14 year old dogs that every farm needs.
This Summer Cyndi decided was going to be the “Summer of Homie”. She didn’t put any restrictions on him and let him do his thing. Luckily he went before the cold set in and the ground froze solid. It sounds morbid, but you have to think about these kinds of things when you are in zone 4.
RIP Homer.
Pretty soon the website for Rural Pursuits will be up and running, but in the meantime, I am helping my friend’s sister around her place.
Getaway farms is a great place that Greg’s sister runs by herself. Try managing 15 acres, 7 horses, a huge barn and a track and see how far behind you get.
One of the jobs we tackled yesterday was getting old railroad ties up and out of the ground in a corner of the yard that used to be garden and grading it back into lawn.
There were 15 of these damn things!
Here is the thing: When you tell me there is work to be done, I turn into a Real German®. Not the happy lederhosen wearing beer drinking German that you see at the Bierstube, but a hardcore task master that stays on task and WILL complete the job.
We were laughing together as we dug out chinese elms and maple trees. There was a little whining halfway through, but we powered through. At one point, she was ready to give up and go eat. I said: “Let’s finish this and then we can eat. Let’s power through. We get no comfort until the work is DONE!” To which she replied: “OK! OK! I know what happens to us Poles when we get under the thumb of a German!”
So the day went well – we worked in really humid windless conditions, changing clothes 2x because we couldn’t stay cool or dry, but we. got. it. done.
Needless to say, I don’t normally look like this after a day of work:
Done.
