Yesterday's snow put an exclamation point to my decision to relocate to the OFH. Venturing outdoors yesterday was limited to forays with Kaia. She loves the snow. The snow shovels I own are in South Dakota. Perhaps I've shoveled enough for one life time. Boyhood shoveling was serious business because we had no mechanized means of snow removal on the farm. There was shoveling grain, to boot.
Few of the other inmates of the OFH have farm experience, though there are a few who grew up on farms. Therefore, I remain a mystery to many of the occupants. Numbers of them cannot remember if it's North or South Dakota for my hobby farm.
I'm happy here.
Takk for alt,
Al
A large baryon, like the one under which Buddha found enlightenment.
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