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Originally Posted by stormymater
BB - you are NOT gardening, my friend, you are FARMING! Hope GF doesn't have the same shock my DH did when he signed onto being my first hand with the horses. He THOUGHT he knew about them based on his extensive Louis L'Amour & Zane Grey readings - oh my... did he ever get his feelings hurt....
huntoften - you KNOW you are going to sell out - there is still time to start just a few more.... just a few NAR, Andrew Rahart's Jumbo Red, Germaid Red, Juane Flamme... will send you seeds.... LOL, but seriously...
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Shhhhhh...Don't tell my Dad! When people used to come to our cattle ranch they would tell my Dad how much they "liked his farm". My Dad would get indignant and say..."Do you see anything growing out there?" "IT'S A RANCH and I am not no dam ned farmer." Yeah...the GF walks on tiptoes when she is here because she does not want to get any cow poo on her white tennis shoes. She got mad when I would not let her ride a horse with tennis shoes (too easy for the foot to go through the stirrup...well you know that...) When I was preg checking cattle she had to leave the chute area because the site of my arm up the exterior orifice made her gag...I seriously have my doubts...
