Thursday, September 29, 2016

My son, the country boy, is suddenly a city boy. Plucked from our farm situated near a tiny town, he is now in a city that seems to never sleep.

With all due respect to Dr. Dolittle, if I could talk to the animals what I would say is this: Dudes, I need my space.

"Down to the cellar, come let us go Where fruit jars like this are lined up in a row Potatoes like this are stacked up in a bin With cabbages so fat and celery so thin.

We Americans are a cheeky lot. We've built this nation on independence, courage and true grit. We're rags to riches, Don't Tread On Me and don't tell us what to do.

It's a good thing we humans don't get to run the weather or we would be living on one mighty, mixed-up planet.

About 10 seconds after the Democrats reclaimed the House of Representatives last November, Collin Peterson, the Minnesotan who would lead the chamber's Ag Committee come January, began to think about the 2007 farm bill.

Regardless of the weather, there is always a need for a reasonable estimate of the price of corn when used for silage.

"Step, kick, kick, cross-back, step, step; repeat, kick, kick, cross-back." I heard my daughter practicing in her room.

Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot - Lyrics by Joni Mitchell Ten farms in Adams County.

To think I am being held hostage by a half-ounce bird! Outside the kitchen window, the wisteria vine is headed for the roof, hulls from oil sunflower seeds are piling up, venturing to the trash can elicits a loud scolding, and even filling the bird bath is a challenge.
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