It looks like we’re heading into one heck of a dry spell, and unfortunately at a time when the hot crops like tomatoes and peppers are needing the moisture to set their fruit. As much as I’ve been wanting to take a weekend off and head out to Eastern Iowa, my real estate workload, along with my own pressing projects have kept me from having time.
My anxiety levels have risen to a great height these past two days due to not having title documents completed on homes that are set to close on Friday. Like I mentioned yesterday, if I could do it myself, I would’ve had it done, but I can’t, and pestering the attorneys too much, makes matters worse. Oh well, I just hope tomorrow will be the day my concerns will be dispelled upon receipt of what I’ve been so nervously waiting for.
It looks like my acreage listing on Raven Ave. has started reaching all the many more people who’re looking to get out of Dodge considering the number of showings already scheduled thru the weekend. There’s no question the right buyer is going to have to be someone who’s able to do much of the work themselves, and especially that what’s needed in the large treed area where there’s been junk stored for years. Fortunately the owner is slowly working on getting those old cars out, and it looks like they’ll all be gone these coming weeks.
I never could understand how anyone with a beautiful setting would allow ugly junk cars and trucks to pollute their bucolic landscapes. It seems all the more are getting into the junk business which would be the last thing I would want out my back door. Knowing those vehicles have been out in those weeds and brush for a number of years, at least once they’re gone, the soil should likely test high on the chart of organic suitability. It seems all the many more in our general public are leaning towards organically grown foods, and finally willing to pay extra. Yes, that’s all it takes is a taste test, and most end up being believers.
While in conversation with a long-time gardener, I mentioned how most don’t realize that there are certain soil compositions that are far more suited for growing stellar crops. He didn’t seem to “get it” until I mentioned that even with wine grapes, there are certain soils that create better tasting varieties of wines where one hillside is best suited for a given white wine, while two hills and a valley over, that area being better suited for a certain red wine. If you don’t believe me, do a little research.
With that said, we have “bottom lands” in our area similar to those just north of Fertile and starting right after you get north of Hwy 9, where those tiled-out marshlands produce some of the finest root crops like carrots, onions, and potatoes. For generations, the Kennedy Farms have made a good living growing vegetables in such soils.
If you’re even thinking about wanting to grow grapes, don’t bother unless your soil is either sandy or on a hillside because they do not like having wet feet, and finding hills of any size around our City is limited. There are grape growers up at Mitchell, and their little fields are up and above the Cedar River where I’m sure the soil is both sandy and well-drained.
Some years ago I had a listing up there, and very much enjoyed driving by that handsome vineyard, and I did find out later that they would hire high schoolers to come and pick for them when the time arrived. Back then, they just sold the grapes to a winemaker, but I don’t know if they’re still doing that, or if they’ve started their own winemaking business.
When visiting with a client today, we somehow got on the subject of celery and how much more expensive the organically grown is over the regular. I mentioned how much better the organic tastes, and willing to pay the extra for it which prompted my client to say, “Why don’t you grow you own?” I went into some detail regarding how many times I’ve tried, but unfortunately my garden area isn’t continually wet enough for celery because it requires a great deal more water than normal veggies. Yes, I’m sure I could grow it, but the extra time and trouble involved would be prohibitive. Some day I’m going to try my hand at growing that sort of ugly celeriac which I don’t believe is as high-maintenance as celery.
I’ve decided to have another public open house over at 12 S. Willowgreen Court this Saturday afternoon in hopes that the right buyer will be in attendance. It makes me crazy that unit hasn’t yet sold, but as I keep telling the seller, “That’s all it takes is one interested buyer.” We had a couple close calls with interest, but unfortunately they were working with another agent, and then suddenly lost interest, and likely because they’d seen something else they thought at “the moment” to be better. I think American needs to get that evil HDTV off the air because of how unrealistic their program is.
I have an early appointment Saturday morning to show the Raven Ave. acreage, and I’m going to have to remind the buyers not to wear short sleeves and/or shorts out there because the mosquitos will eat them alive. I was exceptionally thankful I remembered to bring my body spray with me when I was there on Sunday. It’s not being under the canopy of trees, but rather the tall grasses and brush that’s creating those biting clouds.
For as long as I live, I’ll never forget the swarms of biting flies and mosquitos I’d encounter whenever showing that woodland I had listed some years ago next to Simes Woods which is southwest of Northwood. The first time I was up there, I became a real believer as to how thick and persistent those biting insects can be. There was a stagnant pond on site which I’m sure helped to increase their numbers. Another lesson learned.
Tonight’s one-liner is: Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many true friends.