Man Machine

We are here in the hustling bustling metropolis of Bedias. The corn is creeping, the peaches plumping, the apples advancing, the beans bursting, the tomatoes towering, the potatoes popping, the sun shining and the wind wailing. That was cheesy. This place is pretty amazing in the spring though. We spent the whole day yesterday taking down a 15 year old fence. We had to chop out a significant amount of brush just to get to the fence in places and then meticulously cut the wire at every tree since they had enveloped the wire through years of growth. Once the fencing wire was removed, it was bundled and stacked for a trip to the metal recycling center. Next, all of the wooden post were pulled out, loaded into the bucket of the John Deer and stacked for a multitude of future uses.

Then out came the bulldozer. Rumbling. Bumbling. Grumbling. This machine is everything opposite of sissy. It is a true man machine, destroying anything in its path. One hundred year old tree...so what. Giant telephone poles sunk deep...big deal. Brush thicker than a Vietnam jungle...who cares. Large tractor stuck in axle deep mud...get out of there. Nothing it does is pretty. No one who drives it says the word cute. Not a dash of pink femininity can exist in its presence. Its testosterone is all consuming. Man Machine!

Today, we will tackle the task of ripping out the rest of the unwanted trees and brush, and start putting up the new fence before all the neighborhood deer realize Cedar Park farm is ripe for the taking. But right now we wait while it rains.