Love, Life and Everything

I never thought I would say this, but digging holes is hard.  40 of them.  That's how many we dug.  And by we, I should say Brandon.  He dug most of them, despite being ill and having to take frequent breaks, he still managed to dig almost all of them.  40 two-foot wide, two-foot-deep holes.  I was mostly there for encouragement, and "to look cute" as he put it.  But, our son and I filled in most of those holes.  We have 12 left.  Why fill them in before we plant?  Our trees are not coming until September, and they are only going to be about a foot tall.  But as noted in a previous post,  (as noted and pictured in a previous post - http://everythinglovelife.blogspot.com/2018/07/adventures-on-my-property.html ) there are so many rocks, and in the areas where there are no rocks, the soil is compacted and hard.  We had to use a spike bar to get through those holes.  But now that the digging is finished, filling them in is a breeze.  However, I do not recommend digging holes

I was listening to the radio on my way to buy groceries this afternoon, and the host said that something like 78% of Americans believe in fate and that quite a few have made an important life decision based on a fortune cookie or a coin toss.  That got me thinking about things in my life that are more than just coincidence.  I am a strong believer in fate, but I am also a believer in free will.  Can the two go hand in hand?  Absolutely.  I won't get into that right now, but maybe someday I will. 19 years ago, I was in the summer melodrama.  A summer job I loved immensely, and miss terribly.  In the play, my character was engaged to the Hero.  The play was roughly 45 minutes long, and we performed 2 nights a week.  I wore an engagement ring for a total of an hour and a half a week.  Not long at all.  But it felt very, very odd to take it off every night.  So odd, that I wanted to keep it on to keep away that strange feeling.  I was told it was just me getting used to wearing it, b

I've been told that I should add my work on my property to my blog.  I thought that was a great idea, but just never got around to it.  So here it goes. A little less than 3 years ago, my husband I bought roughly 5 acres in a subdivision right off the highway.  For a very long time, we told no one.  Primarly because we couldn't even get on it without fearing for our safety.  There was a crazy, paranoid guy living toward the end of the subdivision who put up a locked gate on the easement road.  Unfortuantely, he was within his rights to do that - I'll get to why later.  But he threatened all curren landowners, realtors, and potential landowners that attempted to get to their properties.  He terrified my realtor, and supposedly caused another realtor to quit her job, but we bought the property anyway.   We figured it would be a good investment, but we did look at getting our own easement into our property to avoid his locked gate. We got approval for the new entrance, but