Saturday, October 10, 2026

They are to stand in three (almost) straight lines on the shiny wooden floor. Tennis shoes screech loudly in that nails-on-chalkboard yet oddly satisfying way that they sometimes do on gymnasium floors, as 46 feet swivel into position.

Last week, I talked with a wise fellow who has witnessed many changing seasons. We discussed how unseasonably hot it has been for October as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

Corn silage is in and combines are running everywhere. When corn and beans are dry and the ground is fit to drive over, a good manager knows it is time to attend to these tasks.

Even above the 6 o'clock newscast I could hear an insistent voice - that of a chickadee calling over and over, and loudly, from the back porch.

When a Kentucky reader stopped by Farm and Dairy's booth at Farm Science Review, we chatted a bit about the extreme dry conditions down there, and the lack of pasture and feed for livestock.

My friend Judi and I discussed plans for our club: delegating, decorating, and, of course, our talks almost always lead to food.

I know this is a column about life and all the funny little things that can happen when living it. I hope you generally enjoy it.

Have you ever noticed how weeds come and go over the years? I recall the summer of the battle of Queen Anne's Lace.

ATVs. We love them, use them on our farms and occasionally do a little joy riding. But they're also the enemy, for in the hands of a trespasser, they often tear up crops and fields and woodlots.

I received the following essay, which was attributed to comedian George Carlin, but it turns out he had nothing to do with the piece.