hobbyfarm
Veteran Member
Neighbors are the one thing that makes or breaks the area.
When I was about high school age, we used to work this 30 acre plot [just about every year grew either milo or cotton and rotated with some vegetables.] that the city had crept to the edge of. Around when the Agent Orange was in the news everywhere. When it was time to defoliate the cotton, here came the whiners to city hall to complain about the smell, alergies, etc.
<font color="red"> I think your whining neighbor is upset cause she can't eat [steal] milo.</font>
Perhaps you should educate her husband that farming is a business and not "something to to do until something more fun comes along". And just like a business, running it can be a 24 hour a day task.
My neighbor that has farmed most of the land "as far as the eye can see" since the 1930's recently found out that the grandkids had no interest in continuing the farming business. Well, he sold out to the developers a couple of years ago and now the view is just houses with boring privacy fences (just waiting to be graffittied). I'd wager that almost no one knows any of their neighbors now. Seems like an awful waste of some of Texas' best farmland. When we moved here 20+ years ago, there was a stripe of green grass growing down the middle of a sandy road, now it is several lanes wide of asphalt.
When I was about high school age, we used to work this 30 acre plot [just about every year grew either milo or cotton and rotated with some vegetables.] that the city had crept to the edge of. Around when the Agent Orange was in the news everywhere. When it was time to defoliate the cotton, here came the whiners to city hall to complain about the smell, alergies, etc.
<font color="red"> I think your whining neighbor is upset cause she can't eat [steal] milo.</font>
Perhaps you should educate her husband that farming is a business and not "something to to do until something more fun comes along". And just like a business, running it can be a 24 hour a day task.
My neighbor that has farmed most of the land "as far as the eye can see" since the 1930's recently found out that the grandkids had no interest in continuing the farming business. Well, he sold out to the developers a couple of years ago and now the view is just houses with boring privacy fences (just waiting to be graffittied). I'd wager that almost no one knows any of their neighbors now. Seems like an awful waste of some of Texas' best farmland. When we moved here 20+ years ago, there was a stripe of green grass growing down the middle of a sandy road, now it is several lanes wide of asphalt.