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Thursday, November 7, 2024

Glimpses of My Kingdom

 Today, I needed to walk over to the Co-op to get a herbicide product they sell that is actually supposed to kill the Dreaded Autumn Olive. We shall see!

Walked home through the fields. For those of you who have been following this blog for years, most of this will look familiar although "my kindgom" is much smaller now.

We never actually owned much of what I loosely called mine. We have 5 acres. There are 20 between me and the cemetery. There are 10 on the other side, then the Lutheran Church property, and the Co-op propety beside that.

I was free to walk on all 6 of those properties, and I mowed a path on 4 of them (not the cemetery or the Co-op)

The Co-op is what I jokingly refer to as the "space station."
grain elevator


I used to be able to walk all the way over there without intruding on their operations. But they bought the back half of the church property and bulldozed a "wall" around it (probably for noise containment), and so I don't walk there any more.

But the grain elevator is very active. This is still an agricultural area.
grain elevator with truck


Coming back across my own property, some of you may remember the "nature alphabets." Here is the letter B- turn it to the right to make it stand up. The trees are very much larger, but you can still "get" the shape of it. As a reminder, I personally planted those trees about 35 years ago.
the letter B in pine trees


Now, looking west toward the hill that is a little higher than our house, we do NOT own this. It's for sale again, and I'm concerned. This is the acreage that I was not allowed to even walk on for the past 10 years, but I don't want a business that close. I THINK we are safe because there is a big contaminated area in the back from an oil tank. No one wants to clean it up. But if someone does buy it and cuts down those pines I'll be very sad. We also don't own that little copse in the foreground. Sigh.
white pines


Well, there is lots more Big Bluestem grass than there used to be. I guess I'd rather see the field revert to native grasses than more autumn olive, but it makes such dense clumps I really can't walk through it either!
big bluestem grass at sunset


If I could keep a trail mowed again, it would be great. But the current mower is pretty wimpy. And it's not fixed yet, and may be expensive. I think I'll have to get one that is heavier duty.

Of course, I also can't help but think about how many more years we can keep up with this house and property. Well, we've never actually been able to "keep up" with it by many people's standards. But I may be slipping even behind my own lax expectations.

Maybe tomorrow I can talk myself into weed-whacking some bits of trail out there. Meanwhile, I edited, I did a little autumn olive detail, had a zoom meeting, worked on pictures, and wrote Chapter 31 in Vacation from DMS, 1062 words. Yeah, me!

See My Trail Out Back

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