tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113210295764288330.post2316543980770600255..comments2024-01-27T06:46:56.744-06:00Comments on Paradigm Farms Horse Retirement: Who's coming up the driveway ?Melissa-ParadigmFarmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14274830693649851658noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113210295764288330.post-62699782253747488922012-02-01T11:35:36.895-06:002012-02-01T11:35:36.895-06:00I know exactly what you mean. When we had our 120...I know exactly what you mean. When we had our 120 acre farm in central Virginia, someone was always coming up our very LONG (and treacherous)driveway as well. At first it was the curious who came to see the crazy northerners who had bought the derelict plantation house. They usually were "looking for their dog". There was the guy who ran out of gas at 10:30 at night. Best of all were the people who came to check out the historical graveyard on the property. The first time that happened, I was in a field wearing a housedress, and not "decent" in my husband's opinion. It really used to irk me that I couldn't swim naked in my own pool on 120 acres! I'm from Westchester County in southern NY. Who ever stops by unannounced in that neck of the woods!?!Vivian, Apollo's Momnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113210295764288330.post-23466579869243445452012-02-01T08:27:05.664-06:002012-02-01T08:27:05.664-06:00Yes on both counts.
We lived on a very lightly t...Yes on both counts. <br /><br />We lived on a very lightly travelled gravel road when I was growing up. At times in warm weather you'd find the whole family on the porch watching for dust plumes and wondering who was coming and what they might want !<br /><br />I have a long history of going to the store or post office on a five minute trip for a quart of milk/etc. and arriving home seven hours later with four friends minus the mail and/or quart of milk. :) <br /><br />CFS; Welcome Neighbour ! I would happily partake of your cup of coffee. :)Jasonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09092424684260339977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113210295764288330.post-82709810092543501232012-02-01T06:58:36.632-06:002012-02-01T06:58:36.632-06:00Consider this a stop in from your virtual neighbor...Consider this a stop in from your virtual <i>neigh</i>bor. No gossip to impart, but I would share some of this particularly good pot of coffee. Have a great day you two! :)Calm, Forward, Straighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08360276614916635500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113210295764288330.post-73956070621249269852012-02-01T00:16:06.562-06:002012-02-01T00:16:06.562-06:00Jason, are you sure you're Canadian? You soun...Jason, are you <i>sure</i> you're Canadian? You sound like a born Southerner. Can you give intentionally awful directions, like "Oh, go on thataway past the Jones's old place about a mile - not the new place, that's too far - then turn right and stay on the road after it doglegs a few times..."Funderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06358687366401205336noreply@blogger.com