Sad story

We were doing some kijiji farm shopping this weekend and found ourselves
in a beautiful place with a sad story. We were buying some cedar rails
for the cordwood Bunkie we hope to build this fall and the man said he
had a long driveway and his house was on top of the hill.

His driveway was about a kilometre long alternating between tree-lined
and open to his fenced in fields. The house sat on a clear hilltop with
magnificent views of rolling hills farmland all around. An older
gentleman he said he owned the land for 38 years. Three years ago he had
his house built there on the hill but now was in the process
of getting the place ready to sell. A life’s retirement plan wiped out
in it’s infancy by the stock market “adjustment” in 2009. Yet he
still gave us a deal on the rails.

Despite the fact that the gas station we intended to use in Tweed was
closed for the police investigation into the armed robbery that had just
taken place, the people we met cedar rail shopping make me more anxious
than ever to get out of the city and into the rural life. It was funny actually to overhear all the rumors about who did it while we were at the gas station and the hardware store and then to get the official police story from the internet on Tuesday.