First Farm!!

One farm done. On the bean run. Or at least I thought it was when I quit in the dark last night. I had a full hopper on the combine and I wasn’t interested in crossing the creek crossing in the dark again so after I road blazed around the safe way and dumped the hopper I called it quits. I have about a round or so above the bottom south terrace east of the creek/barn and a couple wet and or weedy spots to grind through then it’s moving time.

Back to the farm next door’s sixty some acres. Then home for the last thirty. Then it’s on to golden corn. Ah, to live in Iowa and to grow the corn. Ah. Shuck and ah. If we ever get that far. Here it is the 14th of October and I have a measly eighty some acres of beans done. It’s always too wet. Doesn’t bode well for drying the corn either. The fan’s off much more than it’s on for the couple thousand bushels of corn I’m trying to dry here at home.

All in all a normal fall. The days get shorter and the air gets colder. Who needs air conditioning? Last night I thought I needed heat running after dark in the combine. In the pickup I’ve already run the heater a few times. Red, the $700.00 pickup with the Hemi and headers that I’ve put brakes on and a water pump in, is now sporting a new battery and new battery cable ends. Eventually I’ll run out of mechanic’n to do. On second thought …….

Then and there,



First Farm

Done. First farm done with beans that is. So far so good.

Loaded two semi loads of beans to Bunge today and one semi load yesterday to Bunge. The second load, loaded this evening, had five hundred bushels from the west farm and the rest from the next door neighbor’s farm. Cool and cloudy all day. Crop conditions got tough early this evening. I had to quit after plugging the bean head auger twice.

Tired. Hitting the rack. Tomorrow’s another day. It can wait.

See ya then, see ya there.



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.