I’m not waiting on a girl, I’m just waiting on a truck. Last night at sunset I was finishing up filling the wagons. I filled the combine too.  After loading out the two semi loads of corn Monday I hooked up the no till drill and ran off a quick six bags of winter rye seed. I planted about six acres. My first fall seeded crop ever. After thirty one years I guess we’ll try teaching this old dog a new trick. Last year I tried flying on a rye grass cover crop but it didn’t really work. My six acres will be for seed next fall. I think I’ll try cover crops on more of my acres to see if I can both stop erosion and build more organic matter in the soil. It’s the next step after twenty seven years of no till.

Yesterday I started the day off rolling up the rest of the old barbed wire along the old ridge road up north of I-80. I have about another quarter mile to do along York road and then the fence builders can have at it. When the dew had dried off and the sun had shown a while I switched from fencing to combining. The corn is yielding well and it didn’t take long to refill the seven wagons and the combine hopper. More than enough to fill two trucks with corn, even with Iowa’s eight thousand pound bump in allowable truck weights for the harvest season.

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……. and combine the wagons back full. And get done with the farm at home. Now that It’s 4:20 in the afternoon I can grab a snack, finish this post and get some hot wire fencing done to turn the cows out on the freshly combined cornstalks. Watching them glean will be a nice way to observe the sundown. Picture postcard perfect to be exact. This is Iowa. A lot of places try to be but there’s no place like it. Wish I had more time.

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For over thirty years now.  Sooner or later I should know how to do it. Farm magazines and TV shows are heavy on the legacy aspect of it. They want farmers to think about retiring. If the commodity markets keep dropping we may have no choice. You would think that once the prices moved down below the cost of production they would stop falling. You would be wrong. Deflation is alive and well. The central banks have supposedly been fighting deflation for six years. I’m pretty sure they lost the battle. They may have jacked up the price of land. But I’m pretty sure the EPA had more to do with that than the Fed’s helicopter money drops. Just like the EPA torpedoed the price of land by cutting the mandated amounts of corn alcohol they force the country to supply to the market. Anyone who didn’t see that one coming was a wide eyed optimist. The Gov giveth and the Gov taketh away.

After nearly one hundred years of  money (and market) manipulation what the government takes away the most is farmers. There aren’t many left. That there are more lawyers in this country than farmers is quite telling. Anymore a farmer needs a lawyer just to keep up with all the new rules and regulations mandated by government. We should have never let lawyers hold an office of government in this country. A lot of our problems in America stem from the lack of diligence in keeping lawyers out of the statehouse. Our congress passed and the states ratified an amendment to the constitution (the original thirteenth amendment) keeping them out but the war of 1812 baited America away from it. Had we followed through this country would be far different from the collective reduction it has become. Two hundred years ago the average native American was treated with more respect than the average American citizen is treated with today.  The largest percentage of incarcerated convicts in the world is our new legacy. The gulag is alive and well.

Farming for the government is the legacy of the twentieth century. As soon as they take away one form of manipulation they quickly create another. Ethanol is just their latest boat rocker. They offer safe harbor and then beat your boat to pieces at the pier. They should observe a no wake policy as they troll this harbor’s waters. Like the sirens of old they lure you in from the sea only to be dashed on the rocks they knew were always there by the shore. Then with sweet little lies they try to keep you there. A ship is safest far out to sea. Man is safest far away from other men. Collective reductions should be avoided at all times and in all ways. Golem are impossible to slay, only their excessive greed for power can take them down into the fires that created them. That day cannot be far away. It’s always darkest right before the dawn. Once the moon goes down. The chirping of crickets gives way to the sound of the songbirds. Who eat those dark lords of the night for breakfast. So lets sing. Lets sing our way through the twenty first century. We’ll sing the song of solo man.


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