Mark and I used to call
the wettest part of the floodplain on our previous farm the Alligator
Swamp. So imagine our amusement when Mom sent me the clipping above
about a real alligator found just half an hour down the road. If you
can't read her handwriting, the note on the side says: "You missed the
boat on a possible meat crop!"
Speaking of our old
farm, as we come up on our one-year anniversary of moving north, Mark
and I decided to drop the price on our 58-acre Virginia homestead to
$64,999. Our realtor is currently fielding at least three
interested parties, but I thought it was only fair to notify the rest
of you just in case you want to throw your hat into the ring. Just
think, you could be alligator farmers by the end of the year!