Reasonably Educated Bumpkins

Whatever isn't tied down is blown away. Whatever is anchored by gravity is slowly subsumed by Nature.

She's a hungry beast. This was once a hay barn in the middle, with calf pens on each side, each "wing," as it were. That's the doorway of one calf wing, nearly covered over by grape vines.

It's hard to see, but there is a fence under all these grape vines. Probably not for long.

This marsh, just to the north of us, gets bigger every year. Pretty soon the frogs will be in our bathroom.

Nature abhors a vacuum, and apparently the unused silos were just big empty pains in the hiney to Nature; She's brought in the big guns to remedy the situation: fig trees.



Fig leaves are large and showy. I understand why Adam and Eve favored them.

These wasps are retarded. Who would build a nest on a diesel tank, especially the side facing the rain? Well, at least no one will ever set their nest ablaze. No one smarter than a wasp, anyway.

I have more pictures, but it takes me forever to post these with dial-up. Now that our water heater debacle is over, I am slowly getting back to normal again (in relative terms, of course).