Farmers live on the edge

"I hadn't had a bite to eat since yesterday, so Jim he got out some corn-dodgers and buttermilk, and pork and cabbage and greens—there ain't nothing in the world so good when it's cooked right—and whilst I eat my supper we talked and had a good time. . . .We said there warn't no home like a raft, after all. Other places do seem so cramped up and smothery, but a raft don't. You feel mighty free and easy and comfortable on a raft."

--from Mark Twain's The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn--

the cows, theys a comin home

Sunday, August 9, 2009






A Farmer's Life
It is an amazing thing watching a newborn calf. It attempts to stand for the first time, wabbles, falls back down; but, doesn't give up. To see it strive for nurishment as it attempts and then succeeds to suck and becomes excited at the taste of warm milk is its own success story.

Watching a seed, or multitudes of seeds heave the soil as new plants emerge seeking light is a true mystery. Do they yearn? Imagine the creative genius behind that simple seed.

New mown grass and clover in the hay field doesn't stop while the hay is raked, baled, and hauled to the barn. There is new growth, the new crop pushing on. You see no pause, no respite. Work is never done; growth must be continuous.

Such is a Farmer's Life! It is the most gratifying of vocations. After long days, short nights, relief comes. It is in reflection, images, scattered thoughts. Then Work, then play like the young calf experiencing a new world.

You see, A FARMER'S LIFE IS ALWAYS A NEW WORLD, EVER CHANGING, EVER DEMANDING, AND ALWAYS NEW! :)

gril's strange views

This is a strange way my girls see the world. I guess it is time for the "old man" to get with the times. Some stuff just doesn't compute. Some is extraneous BS (bovine scatology). But we will see where it takes us.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

the Truth of the Muffin Snatcher



While traveling through Western Europe with my daughter and my wife just under five years ago, we bought a few McMuffins from McDonalds. There were two: one chocolate and one blueberry. My wife and daughter got bored as we waited about an hour for our train. When I went to find the bathroom a few minutes before the train was to arrive, my daughter convinced my wife to let her eat part of the muffins.

A few hours later, as we sat on the train with our stomachs grumbling, I grabbed for the sack of muffins. It was then that I discovered that the muffins were topless. She had eaten at least HALF of each muffin top. I was appalled. Instead of lashing out as I have been known to do, I grabbed my journal. In it I wrote: "One chocolate muffin. One blueberry muffin. SNITCHED!"