We have been flooded for almost two weeks now. Our corral is completely underwater. Not sure if we will be able to load the cows there yet or not. Between harsh winters, severe drought and now constant flooding, I hear grumbles from the farmers. They all have said, I know I shouldn't complain about the rain, but this is ridiculous. I agree. Corn is laying down, it's too wet for the combines to harvest. It's August, everything should be dead or dying. Yet we have to push on with what we are given. Just don't expect hay prices or food prices to go down because of all this rain. They will stay the same, as flooding is just as devastating to the land. Washing out the things the plants need to thrive, or unable to harvest before fungus or rot set in.
And it has delayed our move. Several things have delayed it. If we were only moving within the State, than it would have been done already, but 905 miles of road lie between the homesteads, and family demands, and weather has kept us from running. However we have rented a truck, or I should say reserved a truck through Budget, they have turned out to be the least expensive and easiest to work with. We have someone to drive, we need an extra driver or we have to make many trips back and forth. And we should be on the road soon. Come hell or high water, we will be on the move.
I keep fantasizing about my little cabin in the woods. And then I become grateful, and humbled. This blog over the years has paid off for so many things. You are some wonderful people! If I didn't spill my guts day after day, this acreage may never had come my way, nor the abundance of online friendships and the kinships I have developed. Makes looking like a sorry sack worth it. Haha!
It's hard learning to live like this on your own. Come this month I will be around others that live like I do. That excites me. We may not have the same philosophies, faiths, or ways of doing chores, but we have the same goals. And learning from them will be a thrill. Several bloggers that I read live within an hour of my little cabin in the woods, plans have been made, deals have been wrought. . .
This seems like it has taken forever to get to this place. Time will tell if it was the right choice. For now it seems like the perfect decision for us. Work there for Husband is the only thing. But with his reputation it shouldn't take long for motorcycle work to come in.
I am rambling aren't I? Good thing most of you are use to it.
So many things could go wrong, and you know that we seem to like doing things the hard way (not sure why). Our goals and dreams may be lofty, but there are so many ways of reaching them. First step, get to the Appalachians!