The Great Country Caper or the Hundred Acre Rock and Weed Sanctuary
Another memory resurrected.
I’ve mentioned that my husband and I both grew up in cities and that our move to our own hundred acre paradise was a lot like the old TV series, Green Acres. Dreamer that I am, I had a vision of a bountiful garden, horses, chickens, maybe a cow or two.
My husband did not share this vision.
The kids bought into the animals, but not the garden part. But, by using the art of friendly persuasion, threats and bribes, I got them to all pitch in and with the help of neighbors with a tractor and plow, we put in a half acre garden that first spring living in the wilds.
It turns out that all those delightful forest animals the children enjoyed finding and watching, are not a gardener’s friends. We began to learn the fine art of warring with nature. Reading magazines on being earth…
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Posted on May 31, 2015, in B4Peace, hope, Humor, Nature, Parenting, Teaching/Learning Experiences and tagged gardens, Green Acres, homemade fertilizer, hundred acre rock and weed sanctuary, killer beer, luck of the Irish, manure tea, Parenting, potato slugs, predators, rotten potatoes. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.