Sadie, in her congratulatory note, explains the popularity of our not-so-humble little blog.

So true, so true.

Between the Maximum “My vain, overly compensatory attempts to appear manly aren’t fooling anybody” Leader and Sadie “I claim to love the Irish Lad but spend all my free time sequestered in Smallholder’s barn hoping to catch a glimpse of my Agrarian Adonis” Fortnights, I spend half of my day ducking pitched woo.

I mean, puh-lease. I know that manure-spattered rednecks are irresistable, but try to remember that I’m married.

UPDATE: Brian B. points out that “manure-spattered rednecks” doesn’t have nearly the charm of “Men of the Soil, Arrayed in Nature’s Fecund Glory.” I like that better too.