Bob_Skurka
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<font color="blue"> The farmer has been there 100's of years, the new guy say's this is great, now get that farmer out of here! </font>
Yup that is pretty much the feeling of a lot of city to country folks. I've made no secret about the fact that I am one of the folks who moved out to the country. But the lovely Mrs_Bob and I both decided that if we would move out to some land, then we would also adopt the culture as best we could. There are plenty of folks like me who moved out to the country. And there are plenty like the guy down the road who just can't seem to shake the city attitude.
One nice thing about living in a private neighborhood (28 homes on 155 acres) is that we do have rules. While some folks don't like rules, I love them. Because the rules were there FIRST and then the people moved in and had to sign on the dotted line that they accept the rules. Now we have a great case, a guy doesn't like the rules. But I like the farmer and the farmer is protected by the rules. He needs that easement to access my 32 acre field to farm it. The rules say he can. The guy says (among a list of other complaints) that the farmer is destroying his driveway, which is also the easement. First, even if the farmer was destroying it, it is still his right to use it (although he might have to repair it). Second, this thread gives me enough information to show that the farmer is NOT causing the potholes. The brain trust here on TBN is a wonderful resourse.
Me, I'll just enjoy sitting up on the porch watching the farmer harvest this fall like I always do. And when he harvests soybeans I'll remember to close the windows because the dust off the fields is pretty overwhelming, but hey, that is just one more thing I learned to adapt to when I moved out here. And the roar of the tractor, that just means there is a friend out in my back lot who looks out for me and knows that I will look out for him.
Now the kids who run the 4 wheelers through the lovely Mrs_Bob's flower beds, I can live without them . . . but funny thing, they were not here when we moved here, they came into the neighborhood with one of the city dwelling families who didn't adopt the country ways. Good thing there are more folks like me than like them.
Yup that is pretty much the feeling of a lot of city to country folks. I've made no secret about the fact that I am one of the folks who moved out to the country. But the lovely Mrs_Bob and I both decided that if we would move out to some land, then we would also adopt the culture as best we could. There are plenty of folks like me who moved out to the country. And there are plenty like the guy down the road who just can't seem to shake the city attitude.
One nice thing about living in a private neighborhood (28 homes on 155 acres) is that we do have rules. While some folks don't like rules, I love them. Because the rules were there FIRST and then the people moved in and had to sign on the dotted line that they accept the rules. Now we have a great case, a guy doesn't like the rules. But I like the farmer and the farmer is protected by the rules. He needs that easement to access my 32 acre field to farm it. The rules say he can. The guy says (among a list of other complaints) that the farmer is destroying his driveway, which is also the easement. First, even if the farmer was destroying it, it is still his right to use it (although he might have to repair it). Second, this thread gives me enough information to show that the farmer is NOT causing the potholes. The brain trust here on TBN is a wonderful resourse.
Me, I'll just enjoy sitting up on the porch watching the farmer harvest this fall like I always do. And when he harvests soybeans I'll remember to close the windows because the dust off the fields is pretty overwhelming, but hey, that is just one more thing I learned to adapt to when I moved out here. And the roar of the tractor, that just means there is a friend out in my back lot who looks out for me and knows that I will look out for him.
Now the kids who run the 4 wheelers through the lovely Mrs_Bob's flower beds, I can live without them . . . but funny thing, they were not here when we moved here, they came into the neighborhood with one of the city dwelling families who didn't adopt the country ways. Good thing there are more folks like me than like them.