I certainly wasn’t expecting that rainstorm this morning, but I guess we need more of it to keep everything growing like weeds. Since the grass started growing, I haven’t had one weekend free of mowing, and with July normally being our dry month, I’d say our farmers are going to be excited about having bumper crops of corn and soybeans.
Another positive thing I’d like to see coming out of this China-virus pandemic, is for more farmers and acreage owners to start setting aside maybe five or ten acres, and start planting other useful crops like organic barley, wheat, oats, and rye. With our supply chains of food being all the more disrupted, I think it in our best interest to keep as many of our food supplies as local as possible, and don’t forget we do have a specialty grain mill in Osage.
Now if some of our young farmers would also begin raising heritage chickens, hogs and cattle, and feeding them only natural grasses and grain, we’d also have a market for them as well because our organic food market is growing far faster than most believe, and especially with the more health-conscious young. Having come from an organic farm of sorts, that’s all it would take is one taste, and all the more would be jumping on board.
The next hurdle, would be to get more lockers opening in our area so that those meats could be quickly processed without having to be on a 6 month waiting list. There’s no doubt we did it to ourselves by purchasing cheaper meats just so we could eat more of it. I’d say that was a very bad choice on both counts.
As I mentioned before, our City absolutely must have an indoor Farmer’s Market, and I’m still convinced the old Marshall and Swift building would be best suited. Just do a little research and see how many millions our City has throw into that arena, Music Man Squire, and the hotel that’s not been built, which are not helping our community to sustain itself. That short season farmer’s market they have in the parking lot north of Clear Lake Bank and Trust is a joke because of how small it is, and only being held two days a week, and for three to four months at best. That’s not even a taste of what a real community market could provide if given the right building and location.
I’d planned on doing the last of my mowing this morning, but with the rain, I had to wait until both my open houses were finished, and of course I had to be out at the worst time of the day, and when finished, I was soaking wet from head to toe. Thank goodness I have a dressing cabinet in my office with everything I need. There’s nothing more irritating than to place clean clothes over wet undergarments.
Both of my public open houses were a complete failure which disappointed me greatly because I advertised them profusely. I’ve come to the conclusion that these recent spikes in confirmed cases and additional deaths from the virus in our County, is making people all the more cautious. We may also be entering a quiet time of our market, and if that’s the case, we’ll be seeing it for a good thirty days because in most years past, the real estate market in North Iowa has two seasonal slow times, and those being the middle of July to the middle of August, and then again from Thanksgiving to the first of the year.
Both 114 – 11th St. NE and 12 S. Willowgreen Court are priced well within range of value, and not having any big-ticket improvements needed. I just happened to notice that there’s Fir flooring in the kitchen under all that linoleum, and if someone would get rid of the lino and refinish all the floors on the main, that would create a marked increase in that home’s value.
The townhouse at 12 S. Willowgreen Court offers a nearly new custom kitchen that’s the best-built I’ve seen in years. My hat goes off to those local cabinet builders because they did a top-drawer job with its construction. While there today, I wiled my time by catching up on some reading and watching people splashing around in their community pool. Oh how much I would’ve liked being out there this afternoon; and by the looks of it, I’d say they take darned good care of that pool and the commons area you can’t see from the street. Whenever looking out there, it reminds me of a secret garden you’d read about in some Victorian novel. I’m going to remain patient in knowing the “right” buyer will be arriving soon.
While on the phone today with an out-of-State client, I felt sorry for her when telling me about the rat infestation she’s having in her trophy-condition garden and orchard. She’s been trying to trap them, but they seem to have grown cleverly wary of traps. She won’t poison them because she’s afraid another bird of prey will eat them and die. My only advice to her, was to do some research on those new rat traps that are out now which electrocute them once they’ve entered the trap. I think I calmed her down enough to where she’s now on a burn to find the biggest and best rat electrocution contraption.
Before hanging up, I was being a little wicked by saying, “You have only rat problems, while here in Mason City we have the deer, the raccoons, the opossums, the squirrels, and now the woodchucks.” I fully understand the balance of Nature, but when you don’t have predators to keep their numbers down, their populations explode. I also assured her that the size of our raccoons and opossums are noticeably larger than the few she has running around. I had to bite my tongue to keep from telling her about the dead coon I saw last week that was about as big as a mid-sized dog. They must be getting a boost from eating all our garbage containing hormone-filled table scraps.
Tonight’s one-liner is: As fathers commonly go, it’s seldom a misfortune to be fatherless; and considering the general run of sons, as seldom a misfortune to be childless; and as my grandmother would say, “There’s nothing worse than none but one.”