Where do the years go

I can not believe I have not had time to sit down and write anything since May. It has been a busy summer for sure. Got a lot crammed in the last four months. I guess that is why life is passing so fast now. We hardly have time to sit down and smell the roses. Or visit relatives and friends. You think you have plenty of time, and there is always tomorrow. But today I realized that tomorrow may never come. You see we just returned from my cousin Richard's funeral. He was just four years older than me. Last week he was at his business working away thinking that there was a tomorrow. Just like the rest of us. Then on Monday he went to the doctor and by Tuesday he had passed on to be with our savior. We are always being told that "Life is short" and we say yea it is, but keep on running our heads off doing what ever it is that we do. Never having time to do what is really important.

I kept telling Janene that I need to call Rick and get up with him. The last time I saw him was at Mom's funeral and we said then we would keep in better touch. Well, we all went right back to our busy lives. Now, Rick and I will never be able to sit and talk plants and drink that Bloody Mary we always talked about.

Then, in the paper we read just this week about another cousin's ex-wife that died, an old friend and customer of mine died, one of my old dealers father died, even a friend I used to hunt with died. I think Janene looks at the newspaper each morning checking the names in the "obit" to make sure neither one of us are there.... LOL When you stop and start counting the ones you have known over the past years that have passed away you start thinking again how short life is. Specially when these people are your age or younger.

It is apparent that this one big world we live on is comprised of all these little individual worlds we all live in. And only when our worlds collide do we take time to be with family and friends. And we always say " lets keep in touch" with each other better and then go about our own worlds and never keep those promises.

So what is wrong with the world we live in today? Are we stuffing too much in our lives to really get out of life what we should? Do we really know what that rose smells like? Look at me for instance. It has been since May since the last time I sat down and wrote about any thoughts. But, in that time I have rebuild the barn, added on to it, finished the house, moved in, redecorated the Foley house and SOLD it. Cut grass so many times I feel like a yard boy. Been to NY and help navigate a boat several hundred miles down to the Chesapeake Bay and up the Potomac river. Not to mention the many many times to doctors and the needles I have had stuck in me. And every one of these doctors have tried to run every test on me they could think of. Just because I am in remission from the Leukemia, they doing their damnedest to find something else wrong with me. Sorry, but looks like I may be around annoying you all a lot longer..... Hehehehe. So, if you are reading this right now take time to think about all the people you have made a promise to to keep in touch, but have not. Do something about that promise. Hey for that matter give Janene and I a call we would love to have you drop by or give us a call.

And that is the way it is from down on the Sugar farm.

Just being funny

Humor :
hu·mor (hy›"m…r) n. 1. The quality that makes something laughable or amusing; funniness. 2. That which is intended to induce laughter or amusement. 3. The ability to perceive, enjoy, or express what is amusing, comical, incongruous, or absurd.
So what is life without humor? The most successful salesman of all is the guy that can tell a joke. The most popular guy at a party is the one that makes people laugh. People love to laugh. When a person is laughing it is difficult for him to be mad or even sad. I tell people when they meet me, that I am the kind of person who says what is on my mind. Other words, what goes through my mind comes out my mouth and what comes in my mouth comes out my butt, and most of the time you really can not tell the difference....... Sense of humor is a fine quality of a person. If a person has a good sense of humor, and he can take a joke or tease as good as he can dish it out he will be very well liked. A person who is dry and can not take a joke or tease, but likes to dish it out will most likely not be very popular with others.
Don't you hate to be around a person that is dull? A person that you are afraid to say anything funny because you are afraid that you will offend them or make them angry. I know people like that. And it is hard for me to communicate with them because I do not like upsetting people. I want to make them laugh and be happy, not mad and sour. If you know me, you know I can take it as well as dish it out. ( O.K. I know I am the one mostly dishing it out. And I do get my foot in my mouth a lot) The point I am trying to make is: Life starts out a bitch and goes down hill from there. The first thing in life you know is some body is hitting you on the ass and making you cry. So, it is up to you if you are going to cry and be sad the rest of your life. Or you can just start laughing and decide that life is going to be more fun than that. You can cover up a lot of heart ache and pain with laughter. You can smile and the world smiles with you. Or you can cry and the world will smile at you. You can laugh and the world will laugh with you or you can frown and the world can laugh at you. It is a choice that we all have to make. We have all heard that it takes less muscle to smile than to frown.
Have a good sense of humor and have lots of friends. Having lots of friends is being wealthy. So go out and find your wealth.
Now that being said, I would like to say one thing. I am steeling a closing statement from my all time favorite comedian Justin Wilson. He would close his act with this, "If I have offended anyone with anything I have said or done, I am most sincerely sorry and I do humbly apologize. Now ain't that sweet.
Frankly I don't give a damn."


And that is my thoughts from down on the Sugar Farm.

We are finally in the new house

Well, it has been a long haul but we are finally in the new house. Got a few loose ends to finish up with , but at last we are living here. Glad to get out of the 5th wheel trailer too. Since we finished blacking in the house, we have lived here in our 5th wheel trailer. Just go to the Foley house for mail and laundry chores. It was just more convenient staying up here and was able to look after the place and keep the copper thieves away.

It has been a hard road to travel with a few set backs. Like the occlusion of the retina in my left eye. ( basically a stroke in my left eye). As you know I have to sit with an I.V. tube every six weeks, well now I have to have a shot in my left eye every 7 weeks. No fun. ? Since, I had to have a cataract surgery that did not go well and had complications. Now I am in need of still another surgery to correct those complications. Not sure if all this came about because of the high blood pressure or the diabetes. But it is not fun trying to worked one eyed. Now when I tell people I am deft in my left ear and can not see out of the other I am telling the truth.......
Then came the tornado that destroyed the barn. But, in spite of it all, we are living in the new house. Never a dull moment around here. We have the barn put all back together now, but the clean up still goes on. I rented a container to store my junk for awhile, so there is no hurry in getting all moved back into the barn.
Still moving junk from the Foley house. If anyone has a shortage of junk, I can help out. I keep telling Janene that we should just sell the house with all the junk and let some body else have a hand at it. You know "One man's junk is another man's treasure." You know if you have not used something in the last year, you sure as heck don't need to keep it.
It is so nice to have My own stove and kitchen. Now she has hers and I have mine. And I have a gas stove, something I have wanted since we have been married nearly 40 years. Yep, a long time to be together and it sure does not seem that long. Talking about time going by fast. It is almost a year coming up since I lost my buddy Skeeter. I still miss him so bad. Everyone tells me I need to get another dog. And good advice I might add. It is advice I have given for many years to people that has lost a pet like Skeeter. But that is advice I can not bring myself to take. Skeeter was one of a kind and I do not believe I can replace such a little fellow. O, I know I would love another and get really attached to him like I did Skeeter. But how can you replace a fellow like Skeeter. He was so special to me. I do believe it would hurt worst.
Well, I am just rambling now. But that is what a blog is. A place for a person to ramble and write down their thoughts.
I will close with this. The garden is planted. The grass is cut and we have time to stop and visit now. So come on by and sit a spell. The coffee is always hot and the beer is always cold. Janene can always come up with a glass of wine, so come on by and see us when you can.
And thanks for listening to my ramblings. Till next time that is the way it is down on the Sugar Farm.
CW

The new House.

It has been awhile since I posted anything to the blog. I have been so busy with the house and after losing Skeeter, I have not felt like writing. Since my last post, the house has come a long way. We have for the most part finished the electrical wiring, plumbing, got the emergency generator installed, the sub-floor installed, insulation sprayed under the house and some of the sheet rock hung. My buddy Eddie and I are installing the H/A/C ducting at present. We will be getting the inside walls sprayed with insulation next. I think once all the sheet rock has been finished Janene will be happy. She is getting excited, looking for tile, carpet, paint colors and even new furniture. So, I would say Janene is ready for me to get finished, but since I am doing this myself for the most part, it takes a while to get stuff done. I am in hopes that we can have the house ready to start moving in maybe by spring. You can see photos of the house in progress on our photo page. See the website below.



If you want to drop by, come on down. We are staying in our camper most of the time. There are so many thieves out there wanting to steel copper wire and construction materials off the jobs, we decided to live here. Yep, if you know me you know I have my trusty ole 357 magnum and shotgun by the door. On a funny note; I installed a bell in the camper and connected it to a wireless photo eye up front at the road. It goes off when somebody comes in the drive. The other night it went off two times at once. So, here I go out with the spot light and gun. Yes, in my under shorts. I shine the spot light all around and spotted the burglar. It was a big fat black opossum. He was high tailing it out of there too. Guess he heard about the crazy guy in undershorts.



Then on the human side, we got a delivery from Ford Lumber last week. Two guys brought the front door, only it was 6:00 a.m. in the morning, still pitch dark, and I was sound asleep. Yep here I go out in my undershorts with the gun. Believe me those guys started hollering to me, letting me know who it was.



Now for other news. You know I have always been a dog person. Not much use for cats. Well, Janene's cousin lives about a quarter of a mile across the field. He has a tabby cat that comes to visit on a daily basis. His name is Festus. Festus comes to visit daily and has now brought a family to live here. His wife and son are as wild as any Farrel cats you ever seen. Janene feeds them and they come twice a day for food. They will not let her get close to them, but if she does not feed them on time they come to find her. She has named the momma ( a calico) Scatter, and the son Buckwheat ( he is black and looks like a Buckwheat) Now Festus came up the drive the other afternoon bleeding from the mouth. Some ASS HOLE shot him in the mouth. We had given Fetus up for dead. But remember a cat has nine lives. Monroe ( Fetus' real owner) came to get him. And after a week in the animal hospital and over $500 Festus is back on his feet and doing well. He looks a little different since the bullet blew half his jaw off. His mouth looks a little side ways. Oh, while Fetus was in the hospital Monroe had him fixed. ( That means his nuts were cut off) Once Fetus healed up and back on the prowl, nothing has slowed him down. He still visits every day. It appears that he has not missed the important part of his back side either.



One more thing, we needed several loads of top soil. Also when it rains we get flooded out at the barn. So, I had the big idea to dig a pond to hold the run off water and have all the top soil we need. I could not help myself when Janene ask me if I was going to put blue gills and catfish in our new pond, I had to answer her by explaining that we need water in the pond first..... She did not appreciate my humor. Well that is about it for now. The farm is coming together. We know that her dad, James, is looking down proud as can be. You seen this was his dream to make this place his "Sugar Farm".



And that is it from Down on the Sugar Farm.

SKEETER

SKEETER
“The Boat Dog”
12/12/1997-5/5/2008

BREED: RAT TERRIER
COLOR: WHITE/BLACK/BROWN
LITTER: THREE PUPS
BORN: DATE: DECEMBER 12, 1997
PASS FROM

THIS LIFE: MAY 5, 2008

MOTHER: SPOOK

OWNER: LONNIE YOUNCE
FATHER: SPOCK
OWNER: LONNIE YOUNCE

ORIGINAL HOME:
NAME: CAUDE GARDNER

PUT UP FOR ADOPTION: DATE: LAST WEEK IN APRIL 1998

ADOPTED: MAY 30, 1998
BY: CHARLES & JANENE WITT


STARTED OBEDIENT SCHOOL:
JUNE 8, 1998
SOUTH ALABAMA K-9
DAVID JONES

COMPLETION: JUNE 17, 1998

Skeeter was one of three out of the first litter his mother had. She killed one, with a girl and boy to survive. The Mother rejected the pups, and they were bottle fed by the owner until they were three weeks old. At that time Mrs. Gardner purchased the boy dog and named him Skeeter. He was weaned at the age of three weeks and taken home to the Gardner's. He proved to be too fiestie for her grand children, and she put him up for adoption with the veterinarian in Foley. Dr. Henson placed him in the Loxley clinic. Mrs Amy Middleton, and employee of the clinic took him home with her for a couple weeks, but with her number of pets already, he did not work out. David Jones, a trainer knowing that I wanted a rat terrier to replace a long lost buddy, Buster, contacted me and told me about about skeeter. On Saturday, May 30, 1998, at 2:00 p.m. and interview was scheduled for Skeeter to evaluate Janene and I. He upon seeing us for the first time played a little hard to get, but he knew he had a permanent home this time, and decided to go home with us. He some how knew he had a home he would be treated like royalty. After a very bad start to life, he knew he had it made.

Skeeter came from a long line of terriers of some 30 years coming from Louisiana. Lonnie Younce has kept a real tight blood line on the family and it was not his intent for the litter to be sold. Skeeter's heritage proved to be a very loyal, intelligent , and faithful blood line. Un-like most terrier dogs Skeeter was not a hunting dog, but in fact his main funtion in life was protecting his master.

About a week after finding his new home, Skeeter was enrolled into an obedient school for training. He spent two weeks with David Jones for training. When Skeeter came home, he went back for practice session two more times. Due to the nature of Mr. Jones attitude and training techniques, it was decided to not take Skeeter back to Jones. His training ended. From then on, he would live his adult days on the river in royalty. He loved to ride the wave runners, and boats. He practice safe boating by wearing his coast guard pfd.

During his life, he was a well travelled dog. He never missed a chance to go for rides. He travelled with us from the swamps of Louisiana to the southern most point of Key West and all points in between. He went with us every where. On a few occasions he had to stay behind, and we found a place in Loxley that had "Doggy condos" so he always had a nice place to stay. Although, he did not like to be separated for us, and would not eat or drink while we were away. So we got to a point that if Skeeter could not go, then we did not go. The R.V. was purchased so that Skeeter had a place to stay and could go with us at the same time. He has been to LA, GA, FL, TN, and MO just to name a few states he has seen. He was at home any place we were. He even lived in a number of places. from Styx River to Gulf Shores, to the Bon Secour river, the Foley. He was even getting used to the idea of moving up to the farm and I do believe was looking forward to that move. He never forgot where he had been before too. Whether it was the river home, the vets office, or the farm. When ever we would get to some place he knew, he would announce that we were there as soon as we approached the drive way.

Ne never missed a chance to go for rides. He dearly loved going riding on the boats. He could hear the boat lift going down and come from now where and be waiting on the boat to hit the water. And if the boat was sitting in the water and he could get on the boat, you would fine him just sitting on the boat waiting just in case some body was taking the boat out.

He only had one thing that he hated. He did not like being locked in a closed area. He hated it to have a kennel door locked. He would stay in his "house" when he needed to, but he did not want the door shut and locked. Same for a truck or car. He would sit and wait for you as long as it took, but he did not want the doors shut, but to keep him comfortable the A/C was left on all the time. He was never locked in a hot vehicle with out the motor running and A/C on.

Over the years he developed the desire to talk like people. He tried his best to talk. He did have select people he would talk to. He would not just talk to anyone. I never will forget the first person he talk to some one outside of Janene and I. Clarence Waller was staying with us after Ivan. We were doing clean up and one night he decided to talk to Clarence. Clarence could not believe it. At night he would lay on the bed and call Janene or I to come on to bed. He loved his "family time" on the bed at night before going to sleep. He would sit and talk to us. Then when it was time for lights out, he would always wait until the last light was out, then the T.V. off and in about five minutes when he knew we were about to go to sleep, he would ask to go outside to wee wee.

He had his favorite people too. He would get real happy to see his friends come to visit. He would show them his newest toys, play for a few minutes, then go lay down and be a nice dog. He never pestered them, but when they would get ready to leave, he would get real mad , want to fuss, and nip at their heels. As to say, "don't go." He never seem to like other dogs though. He would ignore them and would not associate with them. There was one dog that he did like. Norman Pierce would bring Bagger around and Skeeter liked him. Some times I would think he thought Bagger was a life toy. Speaking of toys, He loved any stuff toy that would squeak. He would drive Janene up the wall with his squeak toys. He developed a liking for blue Walmart bags. Some how he knew that every one came with a new stuffed toy. His favorite toy by the way was a Pelican. Some how he knew I had a thing for Pelicans. So he did too. His favorite treats came in those Walmart bags too. It was chicken strips and we would call them "Turkey Jerky" and of course he never turned down a "beggan strip".

He was amazing little guy. You had a hard time realizing he was a dog and not a little boy. People who did not like dogs and would tell you so even liked Skeeter. He would make friends with people easy. Just like many dogs, he knew a person's character and if he did not like a person, you could bet you did not want to be friends with them either.

Skeeter has now passed from this life. He died on May 5, 2008 a little after noon. He was 10 1/2 years old. Skeeter lived a full and good life. He was a devoted and extremely faithful little buddy. Skeeter did have a tuff time health wise. He had a growth removed from his right foot back on November 6, 1998. At that time he was neutered. The growth came back as Histiocytoma. Then in 2006 he developed cataracts. Dr. Campbell referred him to specialist from Jacksonville, FL. His first visit was in Pensacola, where it was determined that he needed cataract surgery. It was discussed whether to do both eyes or one. Dr. Brown influenced us to just do the right eye. So, on January 2, 2008 Skeeter under went surgery in Jacksonville, FL. The surgery was a complete success. It took several months for him to get back on his routine. He had to wear a funnel shape collar for the duration. He did without any complaining; but did not like wearing it. He had to continue on eye drops then the rest of his life. Now Skeeter was not one to take medicines easily. But some how knew that the eye drops did good, so he would stand and let you put them in with out a fuss.
We noticed that he was having arthritis problems in his joints during the year of 2007. Then during our trip to Key West in October, he got progressively worst. So in November, on our return we took him to Dr. Campbell for an x-ray. Dr. Campbell advised us that he had three bad vertebra and that he was loosing his use of his hind quarters. He said there was nothing we could do except makes him comfortable. He was started on cortisone tablets and shots. This made him much more comfortable for awhile. He would wake me up at 6:00 a.m. every morning to get his medicine. Then in April, it was time for his annual shots and check up. Dr. Campbell came in with bad news; Skeeter’s sugar was off the scale. So, he immediately put him on insulin. Again, Skeeter proved what a trooper he was. He would let me give him the shots with out fussing. We managed to get the sugar down, but not before Skeeter quite eating. He went from eating everything in sight, to not wanting any food. His last meal on his own was Danny’s fried chicken. He had to be hand feed from then own. He spent his last days resting with his buddy CW at home. He knew the end was near, and wanted me to hold him all the time. He would go to my desk after his medicine and sit under my desk a wait for me. He gave me all the love he could those days. Even though he felt so bad. Then it got to where he did not want to take his medicine, he wanted to sleep in, so he quite waking me up at 6:00. Then on the morning of May 5th, he had gotten up, and was sitting in the living room waiting for me to come out. He knew this was his last morning, I know now. I can still see him lying by the couch looking at the bedroom door. He came into the desk and lay there waiting for me to pick him up. He died later that morning at the office of Dr. Campbell in Robertsdale. Many thanks to Judy and Dr. Campbell for their compassion and help.
Skeeter is now laid to rest at the Sugar Farm by the barn. The end of the story, but the memories will last forever.

My Boy Skeeter

Have you ever had a little buddy? I have been blessed with several. Even though I have loved and treasure each one, they have all been my favorite at that time. I guess My all time best friend is Skeeter. Skeeter is by far the most faithful, the most loving and has been the most attached. He has become the most treasured gift from God I can say I have ever had. His love represents the love of Jesus. He looks to me as his master just like we should look to our lord as our master. His never ending love represents the love we should have for our master. His devotion to me represents the devotion we should have for our master. He looks to me for his every need and trust and has faith that I will provide for him. Just like we should look to our master for our every need. When he hurts, I hurt just like our master hurts for us. And when he is hurting, he will come to me and wants me to hold him and comfort him. Just like we seek comfort from our Lord. I guess that God blessed me with Skeeter as an example of his love and a lesson of what a relationship we should have with our Lord. You see without prayer and comfort from our Lord, we could not make it through our tough times. That is why when we are in need we tend to go to the Lord even more. When we are comfortable and everything is going smooth, we tend to get lax in our prayer life. We should always be constant in our prayer. When all is well, we should be constantly thanking God for our daily fortune just like we are in constant prayer when we need his help.
Yes, Skeeter is getting old. He has health issues now. He developed cataracts, and God granted me the means and the doctors to get his eye sight corrected. Now he has arthritis in his back and it is hard for him to get around. We have him on medications to ease the pain and to keep him mobile. The vet did not give him much chance to walk. But through prayer, God has granted Skeeter more time to walk and be happy. Thanks to God, he has the medications that is keeping him on his feet. He can not run and play like he did before, but he can still maintain a happy life and provide the love he was sent to me to give. If you ever had a pet like Skeeter, you know how hard it is for me to know I am going to have to soon give him up. We know that we are but temporary here on earth and that we all are put on earth to die. Sad to say but true that dogs have a much shorter life expectancy than we humans. I am selfish like anybody else. I ask God to give me a little more time to enjoy Skeeter's love. I know he is preparing me for the time real soon when he will require me to let him have back my little buddy. I dread so much that day. When I see Skeeter having trouble walking, but still so very happy to see me, I thank God for that one more day with him. I do miss him being able to go everywhere with me. You see he has to stay home, being quite and resting now. He can not take long walks. He can not run and play with his favorite toys. He has trouble just walking outside to go potty. On cold rainy days just like our old joints hurt, his hurts worst too. Old age is by all means not the "Golden Years". They are hard and sad no matter if you are human or dog. I may not have ever had children, but Skeeter is every bit as important to me as any child that you may have had. Trouble is, a dog's life goes by seven times than us humans.
So, God thank you for Skeeter. And for helping Skeeter maintain a little joy and happiness in his time remaining on this earth. Thank you for the additional time you are letting me have with him. Help me to be strong and understand that I must give him up soon. Help me with the pain, for I am selfish like any other human being, and do not want to give him up.
And THANK YOU my friend for sharing my pain and listening to my story. If you have a little buddy like Skeeter or if you ever have a chance to give a little dog a home, remember that he will represent the Love and devotion we should have for our master. I know now why a dog is called man's best friend. I may never have another dog, for at my age I can not stand the pain of loosing such a wonderful gift. In my years on earth, I have had to give up way too many "best friends" both K-9 and human. It hurts when you loose them. I truly treasure every one of them. I am constantly reminded of them and treasure my memories.

(Now as an up-date: All the prayers in the world did not change things. As it turned out as you will read the next blog post, Dr. Campbell was right. Skeeter did not make it. He lost his battle with health on May 5, 2008. Oh, the pain in having faith that God will be there and help, but when he chooses not to answer prayers for what ever reason it makes one think about things real deep. We are here but a moment. All things are his that made them and when he calls for them back, we have no chose. All the prayers in the world no matter how sincere and how much you plead and ask, nothing will change. And loosing some one or some thing you dearly love hurts so deeply. Pain of loosing never goes away, we just learn to live with the pain and tolerate it. In reality, we are here just to survive and wait until the time when he calls us to come home. )

And that is how it is,
from down on the Sugar Farm

An update from down on the farm

Have not said much about the house and barn project lately. Since I am up early and the better half is still snoozing, I sit here with a cup of coffee thinking about STUFF. Don't you just hate it when you wake up real early and can not go back to sleep? So, I will give an up-date on what is happening down on the Sugar Farm.
Thanks to my buddy, Norman (Stug) Pierce, we are getting the barn wired for lights and electricity. He and I have been working when we can running conduit and wires. Soon we can say, Let there be light. As for the house, well that is another story. Janene and I labored to get the dirt and sand fill under the house, thinking Peanut was going to get started soon on the framing. How wrong that was. Well, you see Peanut has been very sick. Between being sick and all the rain, he called yesterday and said he is so behind in his jobs that he may be another three months getting around to us.... ugh. Well back to the drawing board. We are now talking to more framers. Who knows when we can start now?
As for the FARM. The citrus trees for the most part may have survived the cold freeze. Although the Lime and lemons may not make it. They look a little sick without leaves and the bark turning yellow. I got some blue berry bushes and grape vines from my friend Bill Davis. Maybe if the rain stops soon and the ground dries enough, we can get them planted. The garden has got way too much rain too. I had high hopes for some new potatoes, but thanks to the abundance of rain I do believe they may not make it. Can you believe we have had so much rain this winter?The farm is beginning to look more like a lake. Onions and garlic are surviving the wet though. And the cabbage is looking good in spite of the soggy ground. Got some herbs started in the garage, got high hopes for them. Just my luck, we have had such mild winters, and dry weather for so long, then when I start planting stuff we get the coldest freezes and wettest weather in years. Soon it will be good Friday and we will try for planting the rest of the garden. Wish me luck.
Oh, cousin Monroe Nelson told me that the bamboo bush he has at his house originally came from my father-in-law's farm. He dug some of it up from in front of the old barn. He is going to give me some to plant. He also gave me to display an old pull plow that came from Grandaddy Palmers. My daddy-in-law plowed many of acres with the old plow. Years ago, I dug up some of the banana trees out by the old hay barn. I have moved and transplanted them everywhere we have lived. Now I have them planted by the new barn. I want to preserve as much history as I can of the old farm in the memory of James Palmer. He may have been a father-in-law, but in reality he was like a father, he was a best friend, a mentor and a very wise man. He made me feel like his real son. I will have to write about him some time and tell you about what a great guy he was.
As you see, now much to report. Just fighting the winter blues. Can not wait for the spring and pretty days to come. Maybe then we can get some real progress going. Like they say, its always some thing and it is never easy. And thats it

from down on the Sugar Farm.