Windy Hill Farm is my dream, it's slowly becoming a reality, but not nearly as fast as I want it too.

In 1989, my Great Aunt passed to her reward, My Grandmother inherited 80 acres, (One average Ohio farm, traditionally). Kept the house rented out, until they burned it down.

In '04, my folks inherited half that farm, and my journey began.

At first, this all started because my Dad has an extra dose of Obcessive Compulsive Disorder. Somewhere in Pop's genetic memory the German farmer dna has become hyper activated, and of course, in it's finest example, Nature, along with decay, disorder and generally anything not perfectly neat must be ruthlessly hammered into obediance.

In due time, the weathered barns wore a fresh coat of paint, the roofs are once again gleaming silver, and most of the holes are patched. Soon after, new doors were fashioned, then the barnyard was cleaned up and mowed down close.

Then the real fun began....

AW

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