Ten percent of a hectacre. One quarter of an acre. Ten thousand square feet. Its busted up, groomed, and ready to go. Thanks to my neighbors for getting me off my mule.
The John Deere tiller on the back of Tom’s Farmall made short work of what I expected to spend a week on. Neighbors being neighborly.
They’d been watching me ride my “mule” and pitched in. The Girls in my wake, no worm safe.
Carl is 87 now. The elder statesman of our little slice and my “oldest” buddy!
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