Buying a fixer upper?
Buying a fixer upper?
I doubt I could even afford the land it's on, real estate is pretty pricey out that way.Buying a fixer upper?
I would have loved to go exploring in some of those abandoned houses and barns. Maybe metal detecting around them too.
What are you doing with all the cherries? I mean the ones you’re not fantasizing over. Lol.View attachment 303121I was pitting cherries last week (7qts) and my mind wandered.
These are pie cherriesWhat are you doing with all the cherries? I mean the ones you’re not fantasizing over. Lol.
I’ve never known anyone in my life to make a pie from fresh cherries. That must be a Northwest thing. I bet they’re good though.These are pie cherries
They are good. The kids don't like them and my wife won't go out of her way to make them, so I'm on my own. I pick, pit and make them on my own.I’ve never known anyone in my life to make a pie from fresh cherries. That must be a Northwest thing. I bet they’re good though.
Good places for dry land metal detecting include in front of old saloons and and where old outhouses were.I would have loved to go exploring in some of those abandoned houses and barns. Maybe metal detecting around them too.
I’ve never known anyone in my life to make a pie from fresh cherries. That must be a Northwest thing. I bet they’re good though.
When I was a kid there was this neighbor who had a few peach trees. We would jump the fence and get the trees shaking and round up all the fallen peaches. My grandmother would make peach cobbler for us. Never once questioned us as to where the peaches came from. The neighbor got lucky every once in a while and would actually get a few good whacks of one of us with the broom she used to swat and chase us with.When I was a kid, we had a cherry tree in the back yard. My job was picking them and my grandmother baked pies with them.
One chore I never complained about.
Because she knew where you got them from. She probably figured if she didn’t ask you, she could plead ignorance and enjoy the cobbler. Lol.When I was a kid there was this neighbor who had a few peach trees. We would jump the fence and get the trees shaking and round up all the fallen peaches. My grandmother would make peach cobbler for us. Never once questioned us as to where the peaches came from. The neighbor got lucky every once in a while and would actually get a few good whacks of one of us with the broom she used to swat and chase us with.
That looks like a nice, wide driveway to back into. Lol.View attachment 303281View attachment 303282
This is a realllllly sweet driveway I like to get turned around in. @PaintTheTown @Operational needs
There is a mango tree in someone’s yard on my route, right next to the road. I’ve watched those mangos ripen for the last few months. I’m soooo tempted to knock on the door and ask for some because it looks like they’re not picking any.When I was a kid there was this neighbor who had a few peach trees. We would jump the fence and get the trees shaking and round up all the fallen peaches. My grandmother would make peach cobbler for us. Never once questioned us as to where the peaches came from. The neighbor got lucky every once in a while and would actually get a few good whacks of one of us with the broom she used to swat and chase us with.
I would. Hell at our age, we'd break some major parts trying to jump the fence to steal some.There is a mango tree in someone’s yard on my route, right next to the road. I’ve watched those mangos ripen for the last few months. I’m soooo tempted to knock on the door and ask for some because it looks like they’re not picking any.
When I was young our neighbor had a plum tree. One year when he painted his garage white my older brother and I decided to throw plums at his garage for fun. Needless to say we got an ass whoppin for that trick. My Dad ended up having to paint that side of his garage again. It’s amazing my parents didn’t put us up for adoption.When I was a kid there was this neighbor who had a few peach trees. We would jump the fence and get the trees shaking and round up all the fallen peaches. My grandmother would make peach cobbler for us. Never once questioned us as to where the peaches came from. The neighbor got lucky every once in a while and would actually get a few good whacks of one of us with the broom she used to swat and chase us with.