Wednesday, March 25, 2026

Lately, I have been late for everything and I just know daylight-saving time is to blame. OK, Heimlich yourselves.

I'm in the thrift shop business as one of my part-time jobs, so I'm always interested and amazed at the attractive attire a person can find by shopping at second-hand stores.

Not too many things are more annoying in the summer than trying to work and getting bothered by flies.

Well, it never fails. We go out there with the perfect plans and plant the perfect pasture. In no time at all, undesirable plants find a way to grow with our crop.

Giddy. Everything ethanol touches seems to get giddy on either the grain alcohol's future or its fumes.

There is just nothing like a mid-winter party to lift the spirits. Yesterday, our home was filled with lots of great kids and the wonderful laughter and fun that comes along with a gathering.

National Agriculture Day occurs every year on the first day of spring, which fell this year on March 21.

March is certainly being March, at least in my area, where there is great bluster with huffing and puffing and white-outs one minute, benign sunshine the next.

Imagine my surprise to discover that I don't know how to answer my phone anymore. This is mainly because there is no surprise.

One would think that amid the tumultuous clutter my family saves, we could find needed materials when school projects roll around.