Steve Martin said you can’t play a sad song on the banjo, so hopefully that sentiment will set the tone. First let me mention that yesterday the Missouri Angels have left the farm to continue their adventures elsewhere, insert whatever sad breakup song here: __________. There was also a system of severe thunderstorms that rocked and rolled through the heartland of America. Here in Fayetteville, the front of the storm came through really strong, the winds were extremely high. This morning, when Grace and Paul were doing the rounds, they came upon the mothership, our original hoop house, and what was left of it. I must also mention yesterday that Alice, Grace and I were weeding and watering in the mothership, while the wind was whipping through it. So….here you go. Remember banjos!
Paul told Grace that I get really upset about stuff like this, so she had open arms when she came in for breakfast. Yes, I am upset, but in the same way, really relieved that it wasn’t my house, or any one else’s for that matter. Maybe we can start a kickstarter campaign for a new one! Brothers, I had all of these nice words to describe your time here, but I’m at a loss right now. Dear readers, if you have a farm, I hope you can find quality help like the brothers Jones.
you’s quick gurl.
This makes me want to cry…..and come back. 😦
DANG… well… let the good times roll on…
I like Paul’s gangster stance on the second picture!
friends from the north…. (jeff and rachel)
We’ve been getting a good response from some folks in the community who have offered help in rebuilding.