Having searched since mid summer, my husband and I just located and purchased a Middle Tennessee homestead. We've been spending as much time there as possible, learning everything we can of the place's history as well as trying to figure out the best way to contemplate and approach this piece of ground. We two have been urbanites our entire lives, so naturally we're awed and humbled. Regardless of the soil quality, the opportunity for cultivation is ours, I'll put it that way. Fossils and arrowheads abound in this place and there are lovely sycamores, poplars, hickories, buckeyes and oaks, along with deer, coyote and turkey. And here's my final rhapsody: owls and whippoorwills call of an evening.
I realize I've allowed this ongoing personal adventure to disrupt the already fairly loose Survival Messenger update schedule. Therefore, I am hereby resolving to a whole new level of commitment (for me, anyway) for blogitudinous blogadociousness delivered with established and faithful blogularity.
Just as soon as I get back to town.
LMR
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