Goodbye to the plum trees


I can’t really explain what an eerie feeling it is to come home to a field of torn down plums. These plums have been such a focal point for us since we moved in visually and in our minds. We spent many months debating how to handle them and the farmer who planted them on our property line. We always wanted to fence off the property but how do we do that with trees there? We spent months thinking of all the possible scenarios especially the ones that end in endless expensive court battles with the mysterious farmer we were yet to meet. One day months ago Scott met the farmer and he graciously ripped out many of his trees to accommodate our fence!


So to come home to the trees that we look at daily and see them on their sides dying is really a sad sight. We have grown to love them. But the farmers lead field worker told us they weren’t “special” so I guess they rip them out. Just like that. Three years of money time and labor just ripped out because it’s not “special.” At least they won’t be replanting it with corn! I asked he said no! I just have to give thanks to the farmer for waiting until after our wedding to rip them out because some sad decaying trees would have made an awful backdrop for the wedding day photos!


Quail Eggs Galore!

So the plan was to get 50 eggs and hatch them. Note to self don’t try to reactivate eBay and PayPal accounts from your phone while trying to order something. I tried to order the 50 but after everything was reactivated it was sold. Then I had a choice between 50 and 100. But the 50 eggs seller was ripping us off with shipping and it would have been about the same price as the 100 so we decided to buy 100. Bought and paid for. Well the next morning I get an email confirmation for the 50 original eggs that still need to be paid for! Apparently they were sold to me! Now we have 165 (they pack extras in case of breakage) eggs and an incubator that only holds 120. Thanks to our new quail friend Pete who is willing to hatch the 50 for us but he has no room for them after they hatch so he’ll be giving them back to us.

We’ll find out in about 17 days how many baby birds we’ll have!

Mango Mango Mango!

Mango you are a sheep! You are not a goat. No matter how hard you run jump and play with them you will still be a sheep. No matter how many times you head butt them at the end of the day you will still be a sheep. So please stop trying to jump on the logs like the acrobatic goats because we really don’t like you hurting yourself. You especially scared us this week coming home to you and a broken leg! Thankfully the vet did a great job casting you and you should heal quickly but honey let’s not do that again ok?