It’s neither here nor there but I had the wrong idea about retirement. I though there would be a lot of sitting on the porch watching the flowers grow and the deer sauntering through the yard. That was a far cry from what I found. Every day I have to make choices about the tasks that lie ahead. There is brush to gather and burn, then more to cut. There are fields that must be mowed before Spring so that the grass has a fresh start, there is pruning the blackberries, starting the garden, gathering the constant debris that is the nightmare of a pine tree farm, and the  barn…