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I've always believed in an agrarian economic system. Much of our younger generation has forgotten America was once an agrarian nation. It was the ability to garden and farm that saved many depression era families, even those located within large population city limits.

Those little backyard gardens not only fed but provided a means of support during the deepest dark days of the Great Depression. It's quite possible the art of the backyard garden or small farm enterprise will once again save us in the very near future.

 I found a very well written essay on the subject last evening during a visit to The Deliberate Agrarian.  Do yourself a favor and click the link and take a few minutes from your busy day and read. I believe you'll find the essay very informative.

Stephen

Welcome Aboard

Two new friends have clicked the little blue follower button and I'd like to say, thanks and welcome. First we have, Dragon, author of the blog Bottom Feeder.

Next in line for a cup of coffee is David the Good.  David writes the blog, Florida Survival Gardening.

Please, take a moment and run over and say hello to each. And, gentlemen, I promise to always reply to your comments. It might take me a few hours,  or days, and in some rare cases, weeks - but trust me, if it's within my power I shall never ignore you.

If in fact a comment has been made on any of my post and I do not respond within a reasonable time, please, bring it to my attention.

Again, thank you and welcome to my humble blog. You are now among friends.

Stephen

Two Good Days

She's in the kitchen, singing. I like that. She's happy and content after a nice meal. I made her favorite, my sauteed fish with an onion and wine sauce served with rice. Fresh asparagus steamed in olive oil, butter, red wine vinegar with just a tab of butter.

Business at the shop has been good for the last two days, too. Me, all smiles. The rain has given us a brief break. With luck our trench foot will heal.

Now for a quiet evening of soft music and a good book.

If the urge hits I might sneak over to Ebay, or some other site, and try to find a piece of old silver.

I face a ton of yard work tomorrow. After this weeks storms I need to climb back onto the roof and blow the pine straw and leaves and broken limbs back to ground - clean the gutters too. The grass needs to be cut and bailed. If you have need for hay, call me.

I feel so good I might accompany my wife to church in the morning. Really, it's possible. I'll call ahead and give warning. It's unsettling when the candles flicker and dim when I enter the sanctuary. I'd hate for some old lady to faint.

Then I wouldn't feel this good. 

Stephen
 

M6 Scout, Update

I've yet to find an M6 Scout for my personal use. Many are listed for sale but I will not pay the inflated prices. I want a bargain.

I still feel this is the one perfect firearm for survival purposes. Its versatile.

Stephen

All Things in Moderation

I pass this little mom and pop donut (I know, it's spelled, doughnut.) shop every morning. I seldom if every stop since I like to be able to glance down and see my belt buckle, but you know what, once in a while doesn't hurt.

Went to bed early last night which of course forced me awake at 'oh my God dark thirty.' After a quick shower and a swift brush of lips with my lovely wife I was out the door and down the road before I knew what had hit me.

Traffic was light since the morning was dark. Then the soft white glow of the 'Donut Shoppe' sign came into view. What 'da heck....I nosed the truck in and parked.

I'm a simple man. I like my pastries plain and glazed. Those sprinkles and weird fillings should be restricted to little girls and wussy boys and those that follow golf.

The girls flirted and I tipped and soon arrived at the shop and before long the smell of fresh coffee and warm just out of the grease donuts filled the office with sweet goodness.

We should all treat ourselves on occasion.

 See my smile...

Stephen

To the States

To the States or any one of them, or any city of

the States, Resist much, obey little,

  Once unquestioning obedience, once fully

enslaved,

  Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this

earth, ever afterward resumes its liberty.

Walt Whitman from his Leaves of Grass, 1855.

Stephen

Debris

Now covers our yard. Last evenings storm left us a mess. At least our power held as many in the city are without, at least those that haven't the sense to purchase a good back-up generator.

This morning, just before I hit the road, I snapped a quick photo of a few downed limbs. The limbs are much larger than they appear.  Since I'm such a frail weak old man I need a good crew to help in the clean-up.

I shall assign each of you a work detail. You will assemble on my yard at 1800 hours. Don't be late. Refreshments provided.

That is all.

Stephen