Anyone remember this schmaltzy show? Well, last night, this is what came to mind after I read more fantasy drivel. If I read one more time about the "mountain".... Folks, it is no mountain, it is a hill, just off a main road, with street signs, stores and myriad of people. Saying it is mountain homestead is like saying I am a an *almost* Pulitzer prize blog writer... almost.. yes, that's right ;)
And, when people who live nearby look askance at you after learning that you are alone there, it ain't because you must be lonely, my dear, it's because it's a mess, and smells and how can one person actually make that big of a mess? No, it's not sympathy, it's discontent with having a feed lot next door. Remember, there ARE people near there... lots of them.
Every farm has smells, and a bit of mess- you know, baling twine around, or piece of wood, or the like, but real, true farmers take a look around, and clean up as they are out there... they take pride in their place.