We walked about a mile north and turned into the driveway of our closest neighbor. I use the word 'neighbor' loosely -- no one lives at this farmstead, not for the last five or six years.
The property was up for sale a few years ago, and taken off the market when no one showed an interest. Eleven acres, fixer-upper house with numerous outbuildings. And great neighbors. At the time they were asking $50,000. I tried to convince my family members to buy it. But it's hard for folks to give up their urban vices. Then there's that whole 'getting a job' issue. I told them they could sell their suburban homes for $300,000, buy this farmstead and live off the remainder for at least five years. Sounds pretty appealing to me.
And I discovered another great thing about this property: three beautiful, mature crabapple trees. Loaded with crabapples. I must remember to contact the landowner and ask permission to pick the fruit. I've never made crabapple jelly before.
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Now that I look at them again, I wonder if they aren't cherries ...
Hmmm...if we weren't kinda stuck with the Army for a few more years, I'd be tempted! Looks like a pretty decent house for THAT price.
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