Why 25 Acres is a Waste For Some Owners

Beauty, nature, wild animals, peace, and tranquility are what comes to mind when you tell someone you live on twenty-five acres of land.

They might envision their kids and grandchildren having plenty of room to run and play. Or take walks through the forest. Allow your animals to roam free. Fresh air and starry skies and all that.

The truth is: You only need one acre of land if you are not doing anything more than that. When you live in the country, there is so much more to think about.

If you are productive and care about your land, you might decide to do any number of things like these:

Be self-sufficient and have your own farm to raise food for yourself and your family. Why not for your community?
Raise rabbits, sheep, goats and lambs.
Raise cattle.
Run a you-pick berry, fruit, flower or vegetable farm.
Grow pumpkins.
Turn the house into a bed and breakfast lodge.
Rent it out to hunters. (My least favorite!)
Have it cut for firewood. (Also not my favorite.)
We all take many things for granted in our lives and this is one of them.

Let me tell you about the lazy, unforgivable, wasteful part of this story.

It sits and rots. It is abandoned as is the life within it. The trees decay from disease and die. Sometimes being choked out by vines and weeds. Their branches lying strewn about in the yard to further pollute the landscape because no one picks them up.

The animals you thought were safe are dead on the road or have mysteriously disappeared because a coyote or an owl took them and you will never know for sure nor have closure about it.

There are insects everywhere. From wood-boring bees, fire ant hills popping up, mosquitos out to bite you constantly, black flies that won't let you pick your fruit without stinging you, and wasps building nests on every area of your house that they choose to.

Bushes wildly grown over because no one trimmed them back so that you could see out of the windows nor walk down the sidewalk without brushing them aside.

Pinecones falling where they please with no apparent useful purpose. Maybe to feed the few sparse squirrels that are still living there.

The flowers that once were lovingly planted there that no one is outside to see. Orange tiger lilies, daffodils in white and yellow, violet lavender flowers growing in the grass among the pink wildflowers.

What beauty there is, goes mostly unnoticed and unappreciated by those who live their lives in a selfish possession driven state. They are ignorant of the abundance and pleasure that is theirs if they could only see. All they do is complain about what it takes to do the more menial tasks of just keeping it up for appearances. Whenever they get around to it.

Do you know someone like this? How sad!