Tag: rural living
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The Hail Blizzard That Rock and Rolled
A few weeks ago we had a hail storm blow in; literally. The strong winds mixed with hail had me spooked thinking tornado (which is unusual around here) because the wind was blowing so strongly. We had a downpour of heavy rain but the hail was devastating. It’s hard to tell how big the hail…
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A Wellspring of Troubles
Prior to the two weeks we had relatives visiting that wanted to stay at the Ranger Station (the house where my husband and I used to live), we had some dirty work to do. The old waterline needed replaced. A couple of years ago, we had renters that said they kept running out of water…
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The Pringle Well
You can’t get a beer at Pringle’s watering hole like you can at the Hitchrail Bar and Restaurant but the town well sees just as much activity as the Rail does. The Pringle well has become an unlikely hub for social activity. It started getting an influx of attention about the time the drought started…
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The Barb That Snagged Me
I’ve gotten used to blue jeans, shirts and coats getting torn open from catching on barb wire but it aggravates me every time it happens and I don’t accept it very well. I know I have to expect it to happen occasionally but sometimes it seems like it happens regularly. It makes me spew hot…
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Play Dirt
Dirt and boys they just go together. When our son was a toddler, his idea of hitting pay dirt was getting to play with it. His fascination for fine dry soil started a dirt-kicking phase. It all began when he followed me under the slat-covered porch one day to clean out all the debris that…
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Give Me a Line
Of all my husband’s lines, my favorite is the one that pertains to doing laundry. It’s my four-strand Binford clothes line that he made for me. I consider myself somewhat of an expert on line-drying clothes. Years of learning my lesson the hard way with clotheslines have helped to develop the line-drying criteria and etiquette…