“Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure.
The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.”
My cousin found the perfect spot for me to start over. A small tract of sloping hills, filled with blooming magnolias, young red oaks and pig nut hickories. Tulip poplars, a few, and lots of water oaks. The one downfall to the property is that menace known as BAMBOO! BOO is right and a great big ‘hiss’, as well. Why anybody would willingly plant that scourge is beyond me, ’cause once it gets out of hand-oh, brother. And it is so out of hand.
I have been trying to get a bulldozer out to the property to take care of the bamboo and brush piles left by the previous owner. The weather has not been cooperating and the bulldozer guy is backed up with work. Which is okay, I guess. For now. It has given me time to really walk my land and flag the trees that I want to save.
Plans are being made for a fruit orchard and big vegetable garden. This exile loves cooking with fresh ingredients. I praise God for His blessings.