Wooed with biomass
I've
never been the pretty girl who a dozen boys fought over, and I never
thought I wanted to be one. But lately I can understand the
appeal. You see, as hunting season approaches, our 58 acres of
deer-laden woods and swamps is definitely the pretty girl that every
guy wants to be with. Our mechanic tried to fix our car for free
so that his son could hunt here, our neighbor's brother dropped by and
offered to trade horse manure for the right to hunt, and one of the
local wood chippers dropped off two loads of chips and promised us
more...and by the way, could he hunt?
I'm starting to see how
a pretty girl might string a dozen guys along
just for the sake of the presents. Sure, your son can hunt on the
east end of the property --- we like having happy neighbors.
Maybe you could hunt on the west end, Mr. Wood Chip. If that
manure materializes, we'll have to try to fit Mr. Horse in too.
All this free biomass is clearly starting to go to my head....
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About us: Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
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Jayne --- I definitely plan to milk them all dry.
Heather --- Aw, that's sweet.
Thanks for the postcard!
I was wondering why the guy who helped us with the fence earlier this summer suddenly decided to call me up and ask if I needed any help learning how to process a dear... T'is the season!
If only your wooded hills could bat their eyelashes!