After writing the last post about harvest season Opening Day, I just can’t resist this. We find ourselves singing it often. I find myself annoying my children belting out this song!
It’s a We’re From the Country type of season.
Kids are singin’ it now! We’re all shouting it out! Harvest in the country? Bring it on!
This here, is what we do. We started the day before yesterday. It’s a big deal. Trust me. A VERY big deal. I like to call it Opening Day. The excitement is palpable. People are giddy with excitement, the place is a hopping! Okay, giddy with excitement doesn’t exactly describe a bunch of farmers, but you get my point.
Harvest time really is a big deal, it’s when the fruits of our labors are counted and tallied, semi load by semi load.
Just in case you are a farming newbie…there are two combine there, they dump into that tractor that has an auger wagon attached to it. They are talented folks! They dump into the auger “on the go!” It’s a bit of a sin around here for the combine to stop much.
The auger to the semi, the semi to bin or elevator for storage. That’s how we roll!
Happy Harvest season all!
I was working on this this morning, making a dream come true playing Good Hearted Woman on the bass? Is this normal for a thirty something mom of 3 to be doing on a sunny Saturday morning? Ummm…prolly not.
Ye Old bass needed tuning, so instead of getting up to tune it with a piano, YouTube to the rescue! How cool is that?
Bow, bow, bow, bow! Happy Sunny Saturday! Harvest is almost here…can’t wait!
These two are our welcoming crew. When visitors come here, these two don’t often miss them. They are buds, stuck together like peas and carrots, carrots and peas. They aren’t big barkers, but they sure can chase a mean buggy. Poor, poor Amish buggies that pass our house a million times a day get a little escort from these guys, especially the big one. I wonder what the occupants of the buggies must have thought the first few trips by when we first got that big guy.
We got him as a full grown boy. We thought long and hard about getting a new dog. I got a hankering for a new dog one Saturday morning and drove two hours the next day to pick up this beast. You can’t tell it from here, but he is 145 lbs and on his hind legs, he is taller than a grown man. I enlisted my poor dad to go pick up this monster with me in a van. When the owner let him off the chain he had to stay on, he was a runner and a bit on the hyper side. In case you didn’t know, hyper + 145 lb + paws the size of dinner plates=a nervous new owner. He, right off scratched my dad and made his arm bleed with those enormous claws and then continued to run and run and run! No so good I’m thinkin’.
The previous owners were very concerned that we had enough space for this guy to run. I tried to convince her over the phone that we were good. She was emphasizing the importance of this, until I sent her a photo that was taken from a plane. Then she KNEW we were a fit! I understood why she felt that way once we saw him in action.
Remember that two hour drive I told you about, it suddenly seemed like a 200 hour drive with a dog like that loose in the van! Needless to say brother calmed down after the first half hour or so, but that head was a bit intimidating as he rode the whole time right between the driver’s and the passenger’s seat. That head, THAT HEAD is no joke WAY bigger than a basketball! Cesar, as they called him, rode steadily all the way home, roosted in the middle of us, heads in line. He was good as gold and has been since the day he arrive here on the farm.
He spends his time following us around, licking the baby’s face, trying to sit our laps and sleeping. Lots and lots of sleeping!
The boy hasn’t been one minute of trouble. He’s loyal and protective. He’s good with the kids, but will make a grown man think twice before entering our yard. That’s our boy!
They love to play in the ditches on a warm summer day. Hi guys!
But they can be a little camera shy!
Guess what? I’m getting a make-over! Not the Mary Kay kind, but a BLOG MAKE-OVER! It should be happening in about a month.
I absolutely cannot stand to have a half-way blog. I want it to look more…polished. So after much research I think I’ve found my girl. She is currently working on a few things and will be sending preliminary designs soon! I am hoping that this will motivate me to get over that posting hump.
You know, when you’re just not happy with your living room, you just don’t want to hang there…..well that’s me and my blog. I want to get going on the right foot! So many blogs out there have great stuff, but are hard to navigate, or look ookey. Hoping that’ll change here in a bit!
Oh, and…I’m thinking of changing the name to something a little more….well, ME! My family and close friends probably could guess in an instant. But I’ll keep it a secret a little while longer. Of and on through the years we have had to create farm names for various reasons. They always ask me what I think we should name the farm and I ALWAYS come back with the same thing. They ALWAYS say no stinkin’ way. So now, this is my big chance to use the name I, I, I like! Stay tuned to find out!
See him, way, way over there in the distance? That’s our crop sprayer! It is so cool to see him coming and to see just how close he gets to us! Beware, this post has lots o photos!
I’ve never met the guys who actually fly these planes. According to Hubmeister, they are from Charleston, Il.
I wonder if his wife is a nervous wreck when he leaves the house every morning. Yikes! Look out for the power lines!
You should know, the only thing injured in the taking of these photos and the spraying of this corn was….fungus. Eww….
How low can he go? I love the white wisp behind him. At one time, I kind of wished MY husband was a crop duster, or a bull rider, or a roper. I encouraged him a little. He’s got the build for the bull rider…long legs! But, his career in either of these occupations just fizzled out. Bummer. Guess a farmer he’ll be!
This summer when the crop duster was spraying another field, there were 4 neighbor boys camped out on their roof, getting a better view! We do what we can to bring excitement to the neighborhood. A bounce house would have been cheaper, but….
And there he goes for another round. Who said life on the farm, 30 minutes from a major shopping area was boring? Not I!
This is the babe. He’s a cutie, no? Look at those eyes. He looks like his dad, except those eyes! The big kids were in school when we went to Tampa to the Commodity Classic last year. But this little man went with his mama. and his dada. The Guys all came with us, Brother-in-Law and Father-in-law and Mother-in-law too! They went to meetings and seminars. This little guy was my ticket to the wander and explore and hang in the hotel and watch movies! Sweet! 
The area we were in was near this cool trolley. Since we had not ridden one before we took a VERY quick ride. Dear Brother-in -Law urged us to put in our quarters and after I think $5.00 worth of quarters, we rode a block or two before we had to get off to have a meeting with the rest of the crew. We do that alot. Have meetings. Always planning and discussing. I guess that is what makes a family farm work!
Isn’t this beautiful? Craftsmanship baby!
This guy sits near the spot we exited the trolley. The Babe was a bit scared of this realistic looking guy. I got that way too after inspecting it and torturing the babe a little by sitting next to him. We have fun how we can. Remember, the others were meeting. I was meandering!
See…they meet. I meander. It works for us. See the tongue work there on the Father In Law? That’s a familial trait. Big Brother has it too. It means they are working hard or concentrating. I love it.
The babe and I had drinks outside one evening. It was a nice outside bistro place. He had milk. I had diet coke. I live on the wild side. The rest of the crew socialized with other growers from around the country.
Isn’t it beautiful? No corn there, but alot of talk about corn!
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