Eureka…….

Sharon and I have very strong farm roots. My farm experiences began as young boy in rural South Carolina, where I spent a lot of time living with my Grandparents on a farm producing cotten and tobacco. We raised and slaughtered pigs, had a milk cow and enjoyed bountiful garden produce. Sharon was raised on big Missouri row crop farms, where her folks also raised swine early on. We both loved the farm existence where if you walked upright you worked.

We also have immensely enjoyed each part of Missouri the Patrol has taken us. The Patrol moved us up and down western and central Missouri. Springfield is a nice town, but we have searched long and hard for a rural acreage to build our forever home in the form of a shouse. I’m old(er), but love construction and a shouse affords us the opportunity to have our toys under one roof. ( A shouse or bardominium is, as the name implies, a steel sided and roofed residence with a massive attached garage.) Yesterday, we went under contract for our little piece of earthly heaven with a small Polk county acreage overlooking a massive, irrigated grain farm. It met our needs perfectly, a paved road, elevated perfectly, a flat building surface, with the grain farm beginning on the opposite side of the road we will be on. We love vistas and we can see from one side to the other of an expansive row crop operation. I will do the contracting and Sharon has a terrific eye for interior design. As a plus, the deer have stomped a trail through the middle of our ground between the grain fields and a pond on the back side of a neighbor’s acreage. Our years of searching are over. Our Eureka moment occurred when the seller accepted our offer. We are minutes away from excellent medical care at Bolivar’s Citizen Memorial Hospital and a half hour from the metro conveniences of Springfield. Thank you Lord for shielding us from settling on a parcel that was compromised in some way, and saving this patch for us.

Gone will be the convenience of a ten minute drive to the dining opportunities of a big town, replaced with the serenity of nature. We are very ready and our many friends in Springfield will be welcome to our place that I have named Hill 49. I have attached a few pictures of our views and the planned front of the barndo, (not in the colors we have selected).

Here is hoping it is never too late to begin another adventure, replete with that big garden we both remember so fondly. Sorry about the delay in publishing this blog, yesterday I was negotiating instead of writing!

Have a good week!