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Category: Farm Doings | Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 7:32 pm

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I try not to go into town more than once a week, and here's why--I spend two hours doing things that ought to take a half-hour at the most.
On my to-do list: get turn-buckles for new coop door, get gas for mowers, pick up more chicken feed. First stop the hardware store. One of the clerks asks me how the garden is doing, and we commiserate about the drought and discuss how high our corn is, and another customer chimes in with the amount of recent rain and whether it will do any good. The other clerk and I have an interesting discussion about hens, which we both keep.
As I'm paying for my turn-buckles, a neighbor walks in and asks if I saw the gazebo going down our road. Nope, I missed that one! Our new neighbors that are about two miles away had a gazebo built by the local Amish settlement, and it was delivered last week. Sorry I missed taking a picture of the gazebo passing by. However, my neighbor said the new couple are talking about throwing a big barbecue to introduce themselves and inaugurate the gazebo (deciding what to take to the barbecue will involve several phone calls and discussions with the other ladies on the road and there goes another hour).
Got to the filling station and have my cans filled, ready to put into the truck. Some gentleman who obviously thinks I am a delicate flower of Southern womanhood tells me he'll load them for me. Then we get into a discussion about how the grass is growing because of the rain, and he wants to know where our farm is, and when I tell him he remembers several folks who used to live up and down the road. I get a background on the neighbors, past and present. Useful knowledge!
I know that the feed store is a hotbed of information, rumor, and tall tales, so it's no surprise to me that it takes 45 minutes to get a sack of feed. But heavens, the things you learn! The local garden club's president is the mother of the man who runs the feed store, so you get town gossip and country gossip, all in one convenient location.
When my husband comes in from work and asks me what I did today, I can honestly tell him, "Nothing." But I sure had fun doing it!


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eileen wrote on Mon May 16, 2011 7:59 pm:

Well it sounds to me like you have an enjoyable time on your trips for errands. Maybe it's just as well though that you don't go very often or you'd have jobs at home piling up until you wouldn't be able to get round to them all!! LOL

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dooley wrote on Tue May 17, 2011 1:43 am:

Yes, I remember those days. We used to keep chickens, ducks, geese and goats. A trip to the feed store took a lot of time. We lived in a small town so we didn't have to drive far but going to the grocery store or anywhere in town involved conversations about family, jobs, leisure and other interesting and not so interesting things. It's getting to be the same way here. But, you find out a lot by visiting with the folks. Being friendly isn't so hard to do. dooley

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