Fog Puddles

The Combine. The one sitting down by the creek. I’m wondering if I should maybe move it to higher ground. We are in a flood watch until tomorrow. I do have a few things I could fix on it. If it weren’t raining. Or should I say mud. If it was sitting on grass maybe but I’m not going to mud my way to the road. I’ll run after batteries and cables for the 1466. Last night’s “steady light rain” that I listened to out the window turned out to be the heavy fog dripping off the trees. And anything else solid. There are even dew lines around the floor edge of the outside porch. With puddles. Puddles of fog.

Yesterday’s post is lost to the winds. It wasn’t on paper that blew away it was on silicon chips that were de energized. Electrons. Protons. The solar winds. This isn’t the first time I’ve lost a post. I will see something shiny and ……. you know.  As the Stay at gone Mom would say.

In the post I told of the start of the bean run. We’ve had a couple good days so far. With nothing but rain since. So I’ve been doing all those things I forgot needed done when I finished last year. Combine, auger, truck! used to be the pre harvest call. As in fix them up for the rush. Combine, auger, wagons, tractors, pickup, etc,etc,etc ……. off into the fog.



OK I lied. Three for three was correct in that I was finished planting corn on the bean stubble on farm number three. I finished the third farm in the dark with my lights on for the third time. Because for the third time I had a couple break downs. But never mind my breakdowns, I usually get over them before serious $#!t hits the fan, I was held up by a couple equipment breakdowns. After driving the 1466 and the JD 7000 Conservation planter up north of town I noticed while putting the drive chains back on the drive sprockets that I was missing a cast iron packer wheel. Funny, I never noticed that back on the west farm when I was taking the drive chains off to travel down the road. I wonder where that fell off at.

I had a spare conventional rubber tired packer wheel I keep around for emergencies so that was no delay really. But seven acres later when I just happened to glance back and witness the gauge wheel rolling to a stop and tipping over after falling off I didn’t have a spare with me. I thought I had one at home but that seven mile detour on the way to Avoca’s JD dealership for parts wasn’t much appreciated. Those two hours wouldn’t have kept me out of the dark but they would have got me done by ten. This year midnight seems the new norm and after planting a few times last year behind lights I can do it if I have to. I guess. Hello, my name is Cocreator and I f&ck f@t chicks. Lets get this meeting started. Any new members out there? Don’t be shy …….

Three for three stands correct given the context. Given that fact Four For Four should have been my next post. And it would have had I made it. Yesterday’s post would have had me bragging about finishing up planting corn along with breakdowns in the bean stubble on the fourth farm in the dark under lights. Barely but under lights. Or is that behind lights. Yes behind lights. Only the front two way up on the grill in front of the radiator work now. There were four working lights on the cardinal points of the roll cab when I bought it. But then the radio and air conditioning worked when I bought it. Come to think of it the seat wasn’t propped up on 4×4 blocks of wood when I bought it either. Man sh!t can go to hell in a hurry. How do they get away with selling this flimsy crap anyway.

In reality this post can be Four For Four since as of now the fourth farm is completely done. It all works out in the wash. Ew, don’t say wash, Gully. Yesterday I planted the twenty four acres of corn on corn on the farm north of the interstate. Also known in this piece as the fourth farm. Come to think of it it was the fourth farm I started farming. Any who after finishing up the fourth farm I headed back and planted about thirty three acres of corn on corn on the third farm. Three For Three farm for this piece. (Maybe for the whole year) I saw thunderstorms approaching from the west as the sun went down so I bailed and ran the seed home to shelter from the rain in the shop. We were dodging it until around midnight here at home but when the stay at gone mom came home and we ran back up north of town it had already rained and was sprinkling still so I called it a night. That’s two nights in a row I was done by ten thirty. Not bad for planting season. At all.

I could get used to this.

Then, there …….




To Plant. Or should I say two planted. Two farms down two to go on this corn run. I started planting corn on the west farm last evening. I finished up tonight in the dark. The only breakdowns were a packer wheel spring last evening even before I started and a flat front tire on the 1466 tonight as I was nearly done and it was nearly dark. Fortunately I had a spare here at home so It was a quick fix. I still needed headlights to finish planting the field. Two for two there.

The landlord/neighbor stopped to get some corn today. He saw we had been hauling out corn with the vacuum. He didn’t know the vacuum needed welded. His grown son was around though and he’s an iron worker so that was a win win situation. They fixed the auger tube on the vacuum and loaded their three hundred bushel wagon afterwords. I only had to stop planting twice to talk to them for a bit. Relatively painless. So I suppose two for two there.

Today the stay at gone mom brought me out some food and drink. Not only once, twice! I don’t think I dozed off all day. It’s amazing what a difference vittles make. I made er fifteen hours today. Counting the breakdowns. The couple sandwich breaks and the thermos of hot tea made for a spoiled rotten day. Egg and cheese sandwiches on toast with hot tea for brunch and  a Philly steak with french fries and a pop for supper. Two for three there? Cheap!

‘Could be a Trick.

To sleep.



Had To Start Sometime

I cut mulberry trees out of the terraces here on the home place Friday afternoon/evening. I had burned the pit in the rain the other day so there was room. Barely. Not only is the pit filled back up I have a day’s worth of heat once I cut up the larger branches into fire wood. I treated the stumps with Tordon RTU to keep them from turning into bushes as they try to regrow from the stumps. That’s something I’ve been wanting to do for the last few years but never seemed to get around to. The trees grow fast in this part of the world. Just like the corn. They are ahead of me before I know it. Last year I started on the trees in the new fences. If I had Tordoned them when I put the fence in instead of thinking that regular low vol 2-4-D  would knock em back that job wouldn’t have needed doing. That reminds me, I have to get those branches gathered up out of the road ditch before they’re rotted away. Waste not want not.

Yesterday I was able to get started planting corn here at home on those very same terraces. By dark I was half way across the bottom nearly to the windmill. By half past midnight the whole farm was planted and I was back inside the house. Thirsty, hungry and tired. But done planting corn on the first farm this planting season. So I can call First Farm. Thirteen hours done. Sixty some hours to go. Planting corn. If everything works flawless. Not counting the moves between farms and running after seed. But I’m going to have to start carrying water to drink at least. Thirteen hours strait through with neither sip nor sup is about all this old man can take. Around four thirty or five yesterday afternoon I found an old 7-UP bottle with two good swigs of stale pop in the 1466’s cab. Leftovers from last fall during the harvest run sometime. Just in time. It felt like coming upon an oasis in the desert. It made for a nice half time. After midnight when I was snarfing and slurping at my desk trying to recharge a little too late I looked up at the bottle of rye and decided I deserved a stiff shot. Since I was so stiff. Sore and shot. Here’s to the first farm.

Now that it’s raining this Sunday morning I’m glad I suffered for the cause yesterday. The thunder is my siren song. And that siren’s singing taps. I hear the bed a calling. Maybe a little food first. Work all night ……. sleep all day. Tornado please stay away.

Good night cruel world.