All Moving Parts

Stand Still.

The local grain elevators are closed for Sunday. The grain bins are all full. The wagons are all full and parked by the road to load on semis. The second year corn is all combined, nothing left but corn on bean ground. I have ten or so acres to go. The rain is moving in. Somehow I feel a nap coming on.

But not until I go to Bomgaar’s and get a new rubber bubble for priming my chainsaw. I tried to cut firewood this morning and the darn thing wouldn’t stay running. It’s not old enough to be causing trouble yet. I could use a new chain and a few other items also. So maybe not all moving parts stand still, only the harvest parts.

Ah, the wind down.
Then, there …….



Sorry for the absolute briefness of my last couple transmissions.

When I come up for air I only have time to inhale. I have been busy swimming through a sea of corn. Five hundred acres to be exact. Well four hundred seventy so far to be even more precise. I still have thirty more acres to go but the rain has shut me out of the field this morning. It gave a gallant try starting before daybreak but the mid morning’s break in the showers afforded me the opportunity to sneak out and bring the last two semi loads from across the creek to the curb for easy removal.

Now, Last Field! I have already done half of it. Back in September when I began this adventure we like to call harvest. Hardest is more like it. Harvest is the hardest part of farming. Maybe not the most critical as for timing but it can be. On a good year with a large yield we have lots more work to do for no more (and sometimes less) money. Hardest but the most gratifying. Hauling in so much per acre. “Call the truck I’m already full!” the advertisement for Pioneer Hybrids used to say. Indeed. In deed.

Afloat. I’m swimming in a sea of debt but my sea of corn may be ransom enough. Ransom to free my name. That funny thing they want all the time to give you things they have that they want to loan to you. Whenever I borrow equipment from a neighbor I always seem to end up breaking it and buying two of whatever the borrowed item is before I own one. I buy one to give back to the gent that I borrowed it from and one to finish the job I’d borrowed it for. I think a mortgage works the same way.

All backstroking to the same tune. In this parade of parodies.



Can Corn Run

A run up of about a buck would do.+
Corn run is going well. Over two thirds done with farm number three. Yielding well and drier than I had expected. Grain elevators, farm equipment and workers are starting to show the strains of a heavy harvest. Long time no rain. Mud’s getting harder to find. The soil is plenty moist. Calling it quits early tonight. Keeping this post brief.