An unexpected challenge of farm life near the urban boundary is dealing with deliveries. Drivers not used to the countryside have trouble out here. Last week I had to help a UPS guy back nearly a quarter mile out of the orchard… his instructions said “deliver to office”, and seeing a barn, not an office, he kept going until he was nearly wedged between the avocado trees. Deliveries that are late and sometimes delivered to a similar address in a neighboring suburb are all to common.
That’s why it’s refreshing to deal when we can with the companies who work out here a lot. Calling in an gravel order for our driveway, I was getting ready to deliver the usual and lengthy directions to the farm when the guy cut me off.
“You mean the place with the German Shepard?”
Made my day!
