Friday, January 23, 2026

The drought that hit much of the state this summer added new wrinkles in forage and water management for many livestock producers.

In the summer's waning warmth after Labor Day, my mother would order her child army into the big garden of my youth to gather the year's final flush of vegetables.

There is nothing like the start of a new school year to make a child just itch for freedom. This was my first year in a very long time to not be sending a child off to the local school in August.

Getting ready for Canfield Fair was always a rite of passage in bygone days, and it was surely less complicated then than it is today.

I have probably bored you at length with my battles with bats, which are far more plentiful this summer than at any other time in memory.

Night sounds intensify as August draws to a close. Though a cooler night air usually means a more comfortable night's sleep, the sounds of singing crickets and katydids always wash me with a bit of melancholy since I associate them with starting back to school.

In the down-is-up world of American biofuels, success carries enormous costs. The latest evidence of these costs is an amendment tucked into the House version of the 2007 farm bill: As Mexican granular sugar flows into the U.

The thunder roared in the middle of the night, and suddenly I was wide awake. It wasn't the storm that brought me up out of bed, but my son's sweet dog, Spanky.

Some of the sagest advice my father ever offered my brothers and me urged us not to "hit back at bullies" because, sooner or later, "They'll get theirs.

Yesterday, as I was driving to buy groceries and fill up the gas tank on my car, I couldn't help but notice the bumper sticker on the pick-up truck ahead of me.