He’s Got High Hopes
Sitting on the patio of one of our favorite cafes, I ordered a nice, cold, locally brewed beer. The waitress set the glass in front of me, and before I could lift it for a sip, a drone ant kamikazed into it.
My wife leaned over the table, looked at the ant splayed out in the foam, and looked back up at me. “Ambitious,” she said.
“Indeed,” I answered.
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Sage Osterfeld
I’m just a guy with nearly an acre of dirt, a nice little mid-century ranch house and a near-perfect climate. But in my mind I’m a landscaper survivalist craftsman chef naturalist with a barbeque the size of a VW and my own cable TV show. I like to write about the stuff I build, grow and see here at Sage's Acre.