Thursday, January 3, 2013

2012 50’s Farmer Review


    Well, it won’t be organic (costs too much and takes too much time to get the certificate), but it will be all-natural, chemical-free, pesticide-free, and fertilizer-free.
     It won’t be gluten-free.  (Couldn’t find any gluten-free seed wheat.)  So I can’t help the gluten-free folks much.  But anyone who wants 100% natural good-milling wheat, say for a home flour mill or a countertop grain mill, or maybe a nice-cracking grain to brew a good hefeweizen, I might be of some help.
    Maybe.  If Mother Nature helps out a little.  Or a big.  Raising a crop of wheat with less than three inches of precipitation falls into the fantasy category.
     But “hope springs eternal” as Alex Pope wrote.  It’s not too late yet!  So, here on the last scale of the dragon’s tail (2012 was the Year of the Dragon), is how it all came about, or at least how it looks now.

 
 
 
      In the beginning was the plow.  And the plow went from the center of the field out.  It could do that by following the chisel marks, which really were the beginning, which wound about outside-in in one continuous coil, the regular way to farm.  And the Goodwife said, “You’re like that old guy over by Colby who used to farm with horses.”

 
       It came to pass that Mother Nature was much more beneficent with her gifts of moisture in the spring of 2012.  The chisel first broke ground on Monday April 2.  Due in part to weather, it took until Tuesday April 17 to finish what should have taken a week.  And the Goodwife said, “What do you do out there that takes so long?”

 
     And it was not a long time by comparison, for lo, the chisel knocked out thirteen feet with every pass, while the plow took less than seven feet in its swath.  The plow first turned over sod on Tuesday April 17.  It had to be retired on Wednesday May 9, for it would no longer stay in the ground and turn over the sod.  The earth was still very wet and the grass had put forth many roots.  Thus, it was left to the old oneway disk to finish the job—almost-- on Friday May 11.  And the goodwife said, “Let us go to Ft. Collins for the daughter’s graduation.”  And that came to pass, too.

 
     Sometime between May 14 and May 31, ¾” of moisture blessed the earth, and then the heavens closed for the summer, just about.  Another oneway disk operation took place, this time using two oneways.  The journey began on Wednesday May 30 and ended on Tuesday June 5. 

 
    There would come to pass two chisel-rod operations, one with the old Miller Bar starting on Friday July 13 and ended on Sunday July 15 in clear violation of the Sabbath.

 
     And the second chisel rod operation with the “new” Miller Weeder commenced on Saturday August 18 and came to an end on Tuesday August 21.  This time, the Sabbath was not violated, except by the baseball players.  And so we played golf.

 
      And all things for which there is a season, particularly the time to sow, especially if there was any hope to reap what we will sow, was about to come to pass, so it was necessary to resurrect the ancient drill, and the ancient truck. And forthwith it was done.

   
      The trip into the next county to procure seed was fraught with many Philistines driving gravel trucks.  But the trip was completed safely without incident.  And all things were ready save for—a sore lack of moisture.  And everybody said, “Boy!  I sure wish it would rain.” 

 
   And it did, sort of, in tenths and hundredths of inches, but not enough at one time to do much good.  So as the time drew near, the seeds were planted into the dry earth.  And many of them arose, miraculously almost, in consideration of the dryness of the earth.  The sowing began on Thursday September 13 and ended on Tuesday September 21.  And some rain did fall the last week of September, nearly an inch in several showers.  And so the wheat was doing fine.
 
 

    But October blew hot and dry, and thus far, winter has produced precious little snow, and even cattlemen with livestock to feed are uttering rarely used words—“I wish it would snow.”   
      So now, I join all planters on the plains in waiting for life-giving moisture and trying not to worry about things way beyond my control.  In farming as in life, one must prepare for a future knowing full well that “the best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley”. 

 

 

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