Probably he's 70 or beyond and ought to know better. Or the wife meets a copperhead on the back porch. It's the first snake she's ever seen outside a zoo, and this has a permanent effect on her love for the country. She will never again be as comfortable there as she was in the beginning. The brutal summer of 2000 Within another year the cows have been sold, plans to add on to the house have been canceled, and the wife has quit coming to the country.
Next step is, a for-sale sign goes up on the front gate.
This is a pattern familiar to me, and I bet it is to a lot of rural real estate salesmen, too. But it hasn't happened to us at Winedale. The brutal summer of 2000 is the reason we haven't been to Winedale lately. It's not a lot of fun to be in the country when the temperature is topping 100 and the land is so toasted from dry weather that you walk across the grass and it sounds like stepping on shredded wheat. The reason I wanted a little place in the country to begin with had nothing to do with raising cows or tomatoes.