Saturday, November 7, 2026

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

Maybe the unseasonably hot temperatures that blistered the Midwest most of September can be traced to global warming, solar flares or the high volume of hot air blowing westward from Washington.

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.

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.

As the leaves start turning and the nights get colder, our usual crops of orchardgrass, ryegrass and alfalfa begin to winterize.

(NOTE: Below is the second of a two columns on a now-collapsing, multimillion-dollar farmer-owned cooperative.

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.