ls99
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My 14 acre camp does not qualify as a farm. Most of it has trees about 3 acres clear around the building, which at one time was a generator house for the mines a few hundred feet below. Now is the only place within a few miles without commercial electric. It is fully electrified by solar panels I installed, wind mill to fill in the blanks. A stream and a spring which I discovered (had been fully coverd in mud and wild roses) supplies water.
Agree with Street, there is nothing like having a bit of land and no nieghbors, but peace and quiet and wildlife.
Spent my in between school years at grandparens/uncles farm. Theirs was all subsistence farming. Learned to walk bare feet on freshly cut stalks of wheat, which were hand cut by scythe by uncles. They taught me the skills of scythe, which I use even today.
Since they took away my shoes upon arrival. Barefoot walking everywhre. Small tasks were assigned, unhook the cows' chains when cowherds horn was blown at the edge of the village. Muck out the stalls for both the cows and horses. Let the sheep out of the pen when the shephard came by, they joined the flock and peeled off to come home in the evening.
Open the chicken coop doors when the sun came up and close at sundown. Fill the trough with water from the teeter totter beamed open well.
Yes those were the learning days. The lessons learned were awesome.
A few months ago got a letter offring a pittance for the camp by some outfit in South Carolina. Sent paper back with a note in big red letters Go F... yourselves.
Agree with Street, there is nothing like having a bit of land and no nieghbors, but peace and quiet and wildlife.
Spent my in between school years at grandparens/uncles farm. Theirs was all subsistence farming. Learned to walk bare feet on freshly cut stalks of wheat, which were hand cut by scythe by uncles. They taught me the skills of scythe, which I use even today.
Since they took away my shoes upon arrival. Barefoot walking everywhre. Small tasks were assigned, unhook the cows' chains when cowherds horn was blown at the edge of the village. Muck out the stalls for both the cows and horses. Let the sheep out of the pen when the shephard came by, they joined the flock and peeled off to come home in the evening.
Open the chicken coop doors when the sun came up and close at sundown. Fill the trough with water from the teeter totter beamed open well.
Yes those were the learning days. The lessons learned were awesome.
A few months ago got a letter offring a pittance for the camp by some outfit in South Carolina. Sent paper back with a note in big red letters Go F... yourselves.
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