We didn’t know it back then but everyone on the big southern Illinois dairy farm of my youth was a foodie.
This year, center your resolutions around soil health.
Readers respond to Alan Guebert’s columns from second half of 2014.
Federally subsidized crop insurance is the elephant in the Farm Bill pantry and anyone who had any role in pushing the law through the zoo called Congress knows it.
Thanksgiving is in the rearview mirror, Christmas in the windshield and, given the glacial pace of key policy decisions awaiting resolution in Washington, D.C., it’s just another Groundhog Day out here in rural America.
If you ran your farm or ranch like the White House and Congress run the federal government, your corn would never get planted and your cows would be long gone.
Against all odds, economics, the dismal science, has become even more dismal.
Things that just hapend to — well — happen!
Fall’s first frost — usually a mid-October event in my adopted central Illinois — waited until the last possible monthly moment — deep into Halloween night — to finally show winter’s white face.
It’s tough being a genetically modified organism in election season because no election passes without someone or some state slamming you for being, well, you.