Lassy Fair

I’ve been cutting beans on the last farm I have beans growing on. But it’s not the last field on that farm. I’m cutting on the thirty five acre field across the creek. There is also a fifteen acre field on the hill by the road. Both fields were tiled with drainage tile this spring. The fifteen acre field had a wet spot where the ground water came seeping out of the hillside. It’s not a very large wet spot but the soil conservation service says that hill should have two terraces built on it and that it should be tiled. We’ll try the tile first. Terraces make hillsides wetter, we’d better see if we can keep it dry first. Terraces make the whole hill wetter all the way to the creek if there are any areas where water is sometimes near the surface. Adding a terrace can create a wetland.

That’s the case across the creek. The neighbor added terraces up hill from that patch. Added water infiltration from no till farming increases the effect on my side of the fence even though the slopes are low enough to require no terracing. Five or more acres in the thirty five there would sometimes stay too wet too long to produce a crop. I had hedged my bets over there by adding it to the creek pasture for about fifteen years. For four years now I have been growing continuous corn there because it’s less sensitive to excess moisture than beans are. This is the first time it has been planted to soybeans in about twenty years. We couldn’t have picked a better year to lay down the tile lines. You wouldn’t know it could ever be wet. In one of the wettest years I’ve farmed out of thirty one.

Well, I have cattle to move and another quarter mile of barbed wire to roll up this morning while it’s too wet to combine beans. Or more importantly I should move rocks down to the creek crossing so I can cross it with the twenty foot bean head still on the combine since it won’t fit across the eighteen foot county road bridge only a stones throw away. It may be called a quick attach head but it’s still a pain in the ass having to do it to simply cross the creek. My next door neighbor says the county is going to put a new bridge in to replace the one there. I hope it’s over twenty feet wide. That would save me some hassle every year.

Have a great day and hey, be careful out there. This is one of the most dangerous jobs in the country.

See ya then, see ya there.



Stone Arch (2114)

There’s a bridge outside the edge of town
It’s made of stone & it won’t fall down
Built o’er a hundred years ago
It’s stood time’s test of rain and snow

Constructed by the immigrant
Who came to work and never went
Soon their sons and sons of those
Were growing native corn in rows

It used to carry loaded trains
East and west across the plains
Today it carries bicycles
Jiggling jugs and testicles

From work to live to live to work
Today it’s just a rural perk
For condo dwellers on the hill
Who have a problem take a pill

Then go about their merry way
Without care actors in the play
Some days the youngsters gather here
They smoke their stuff and drink their beer

That’s kept cold in the creek below
Trickling by soft and slow
A buck knife taken from it’s sheath
To carve initials underneath

Glistens in the dieing light
As a youth begins to write
Script to co-stand across time
Deep in that cornerstone of lime