Here’s a rural
legend for you. Sorry, I don’t remember
the speaker or the occasion. This was a
story my dad told. He quoted the speaker who said,
“There was one
time Joe Twoya, he planted wheat way out in the middle of November yet. That wheat no come up at all. Next year when he harvest that wheat, it make
tventy bushel to the acre.”
Joe was the man
who homesteaded the quarter section where we now live. Tradition has it that the original one-room
“shack” still exists, nestled next to the “Ramsey School” that has served as
the farm shop for over 60 years.
Anyway, the wheat
planting was finished on Tuesday September 18, 2012. It has a chance of coming up. If it doesn’t, maybe it will make “tventy
bushel to the acre.”
Work continues
on access roads and restoring compacted soil around the wind generator towers.
Really compacted
soil as you can see from the size of the clods turned up. It would take an Olympic athlete to be a
“clod-hopper” following that machine.
Sunday was a day
off from planting. It was a new moon—not
good for planting some say. So I worked,
er, played, in the junk garden.
The peas are
done, so remove the dead plants. The
beans are just starting to produce, in the background.
Not a good tomato year either. The plants have something bad. The leaves roll up and the plant slowly dries
up. No amount of water helps, nor does
fungicide or insecticide.
About 11 a. m.Sunday,
a cloud blew in from the northwest.
Moisture!? No, the nose tells the
story—smoke.
Must be a fire somewhere
to the west. If it is in Colorado, I
haven’t about it.
Well, about time
to return to Kansas. Clean up tractors
and put them in the shed, do other
end-of-season chores today.
I’d mention
“pray for rain”, but it’s like the last scene in “Cincinnati Kid” where the Kid
loses his last coin to the newspaper boy.
“You’re tryin’ too hard, Cincinnati.”
Don’t want to be
tryin’ too hard to make it rain.
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