Good F F F Friday. Got heat? Got a ride to California? Anywhere warm. I’ll come back and finish planting when the ground’s warm. I’m done with my corn. The first time. The nation’s 60% planted they say. The rest will get planted they say. How much will get replanted? Will the surplus shrink? (Will there even be one?) That’s been the story since January. Shrinkage. Do women know about shrinkage? The corn crop carryover could shrivel up and hide like a scared turtle. Go from it’s projected mountain to it’s realized molehill. We wouldn’t want the natives to know we’re barely growing enough to get by. With no reserves Pharaoh.

Even the sidewalks are cold. I went back into the warm house and put on thongs to keep my feet warm as I went out to get something in the van this daybreak. Thick frost on the windshield. That’s when I noticed it on the pasture across the creek bottom a half mile away. The thermometer my not have said it was freezing but the frost doesn’t lie. It’s cold. Channel 7 says record cold. Broken record lows all over the weather map. Warm and dry out west, cold and wet out east. We’re in the middle cold and dry just like the winter we can’t seem to get rid of. Damn CO2 !!! Warmal Colding at it’s best.

I would like to be reporting something coy like being done planting beans. Instead I’m going to report that I haven’t even started. It’s a good thing they are not up with the frost on the grass this morning.  Yesterday as he was finishing up tiling the backhoe operator asked if winter was ever going to be over. A much repeated question as I get out and about. It doesn’t get any better as you move north. So I’m not complaining, it can always be worse. I’m just reporting. That’s the way it is, Concrete.




The crop insurance adjusters left a few minutes ago. I must be so much trouble they sent me two. They asked where there was an elevator they could test the moisture on the sample. They pulled it from the grain bin in the one field that may have a legitimate claim. I had put in a claim against the all risk revenue assurance policy on every field. One field’s yield missed by only ten bushels. Some of the rest were way over the guaranteed bushels. That’s alright though, like I said a couple of years ago during the rampant drouth of 2112, “Insurance is there for the total loss, good management should get you through the shallow loss.”  It turns out these weren’t even shallow losses. They were more like barely break evens. Not all fields but maybe a third?

The truth is I never put a claim in on any of it. My agent, bless her soul knew we were running short on time and filed the claims for me before the deadline. Then I took all winter screwing around not proving my yields. I had this gut feeling there was going to be much ado about nothing so the fire under my arse was never lit. Had I not needed the information to buy another round of protection I wouldn’t be done with it now. That deadline was March 15. Beware the Ides of March. Et tu?? I’m not totally done but there’s nothing they need from me but a John Hancock so the ball’s squarely back in their court. And we’re back in the ring for another swing. Also, I’m able to rock n roll on trucking it back out of the bin. Now that the market is up a little…….

Speaking of up a little, I received the calf check in the mail. You member, the six bull calves that self sorted? Well all I can say about the ka-ching is how do I not load up the rest and really ring that cash register. Hands down the best property on the farm. Not counting the farm that is. They sold a couple of farms in the vicinity for north of twelve thousand an acre recently. I guess fools still got money. Somebody does anyhow. You’d think this dirt was in California or something. I know it’s getting dry enough to think it is. …..1936 here we come? Got Insurance?