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Psalm 90:10, "The length of our days is seventy years—or eighty if we are strong....
#1005885 added March 5, 2021 at 10:47pm
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Three Score and Ten + Day 200
Three Score and Ten + Day 200

Today we got back safely from the north compound. It was nice up there. I spent two afternoons fish, But no fish. I have to tell myself I really can catch fish. I did not get skunked but close.
I did take care of business with the crop land rental for 2020. The fellow that rents is such a nice fellow and has become a good friend. But he was so many problems farming wise, and health and family wise that I get depressed visiting him.
I did meet with the Mural Painter and we decided on a updated different design for the compound Identification mural. We hope to have it up for Memorial Day. He is very popular painter in much demand. I hope he can get this done before he gets real busy.
It is always nice to leave for the north, No traffic or major stress, No Television or Internet, No phone. It is a place where I set and read at times. I am busy but it is different kind of busy. we may see the neighbor or my brother but it is quite. BUT after three days I game ready to get back here and be fired up for what ever needs to be done. We are fortunate that we have a place to run to. Our sign, will be Family name along with "Forest Haven"

PROMPT March 3rd

Do you have a green thumb? Are you a gardener? Do you want to be?

I know this prompt is a couple days old, but I did want to answer it here. Yes I am a gardener. Do I have a green thumb, Other people seem to think so. It all started back about in the mid 50's. I was six to eight years old. We lived back on a dead end gravel road about a bit more then a quarter mile long. Now I need to say this was North Central Wisconsin. at the end of the road was a small home with a small garage. And living there was a early middle age couple with no children and the husband was blind. There house set on a one acre lot. We started walking up there at a early age as that was where the mail box was and where we caught a school bus. We got to know the couple, We being myself the oldest of Eight Boys. it was not long and we were helping her with her flower beds, digging and pulling weeds. She paid us with a small amount of candy or a little coin change. I can still see her flower beds, they are still the best I can imagine. She never did vegetables. But it was there that I got the gardening bug. It has never left. My mother at the farm tried to garden as we got older. But she really had her hands full with eight sons. My mother was tough and did what ever she had to do. We had some good gardens as I grew up and some bad ones. My paternal grandmother tried to help some but was frail. My father was not a Gardner or a Farmer, Or a Father. Sometimes he tried to plow the garden but it was rough. BUT I always tried to have my own plot. I loved planting and watching as God took over. At age 22 I got the opportunity to buy a retiring farmers farm. It was I believe a gift sent from God, God picked me and my then wife to have it. That farm land I still have is Holy Ground.

We cropped about 160 acres, with eventually a Registered Holstein dairy herd. We worked there for twelve years and paid it all off. I went on to be a certified Florist, with Green houses and Garden Center in south central Wisconsin . I went on to have a Plant Doctor Radio Program, and did horticulture county and state fair judging. but we were in a residential area and we started getting squeezed by development on our property. We were there ten plus years raising all sorts of plants for sale year around. And we also had a produce growing area and sold produce. My wife died, and I sold what was left of the property after selling lots and paying huge assessments.

That takes me to today, It was been twenty four years at this home. We have a large lot and a half here with the buildings place in the right place, Right on Main Street. For a number of years here I sold raspberries and some other produce. But know I raise just for us and give some to neighbors and the kids. We raise nearly all of our yearly vegetable needs with much variety. My wife now does a lot of freezing and some canning. Up north we now raise the potatoes and blueberries. Raising most of our potatoes up there saves room in the garden down here. We still have surrounding the house many flower beds of mostly Perennials and Spring and Summer Bulbs. I quit large roses a few years back. To many problems.

This is a condensed writing. There are many other factors entering the gardening.
It is hard to think it as day 200 of writing, "Three score and Ten"
Have a Restful Blessed Evening

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