Sore Beans

At least they make me sore. They make my equipment sore. Not to mention the soil according to ISU research. Along with my own observations over the last thirty years. I wasn’t searching I simply observed. In a mono culture farm field they do the earth no good. China’s revenge. Tofu you, Yank. They got revenge ahead of time for what the west would do in the 19th and 20th centuries. The long game. Play exquisite.

The sore beans are planted. Sort of. What few acres of ’em I still plant. All buried except for the last maybe ten acres where they are (were) building terraces. When they’re done I’ll be done soon thereafter. It’s rained the last three nights. Sort of. Two tenths the first, one tenth the second, and nearly five tenths last night. The forecasters are calling for a week of rain. At this rate we’ll take a week to get an inch. Monsooner or later?

The grass is about to pollinate. First blue. Then brome, rye, wheat, and oats in their turn. Closely followed by the corn and beans. Sad really, to see the season move so fast. The longest days will soon be upon us then it’s back to shrinking light and growing night. Shivers me timbres just to think about it. So I won’t. I’ll think of all the things to do before then. Makes me sweat just thinking about ’em.

Then, there.




A thousand cuts. That’s how you slay a paper tiger, sans water, death by a thousand paper cuts. It’s time to cut out another post to drive into the turf here at the new blog and see if it sprouts roots. Cut another page in this paperless world just in case it’s not as fickle as I suspect. Stand the watch. For that cyberless tiger.

If I’m gonna stand the watch I have to keep the log. Skies partly cloudy, winds light and variable, no apparent moon. Seas are calm. Or would be if there were any. Kinda land locked here in the corn patch and it’s been a couple weeks but it hasn’t rained that much. No arks being built that I’ve heard of. I should say standing ponds in every lull reflectively calm. Crystal as a mirror.

I’m sure I got this late of a start to planting corn last year and what a crop that turned out to be. I may have proof here back in the blog. I may even go back and check though no two years are the same. I’m thinking the two weeks of rain happened after I was done with beans. I could be wrong. The two weeks of rain have become common but not the same two weeks each year. Cutting gullies. Monsoons. Get em while they’re wet.

Sea ya there, sea ya then …….