The wheat still
looks good, but could certainly use one of those April heavy wet snows.
The peas are
trying to get up. They would welcome a
little moisture. It may have to come
from a hose.
The rose bush is trying to rise above the
competition of the lamb’s ear (or whatever that fuzzy plant is).
Two unnatural events have occurred. The 830 finally returned to the lineup. It took some doing. It did not cackle right off on the first attempt
to start it.
For some
reason the fuel system became “unprimed” during the overhaul. It took some two or three hours to figure out
the problem. When it did start, it had
to run for thirty minutes to warm up to operating temperature. Then the tappet cover and rocker arms had to
come off and the head retorqued to 275 foot pounds. The tappets had to be readjusted
to .015 inches. But it all got done and
it did start right up this time.
I had to renew my pesticide applicator’s
license. That is, if I want to be able
to play with dangerous and environmentally harmful pesticides, I have to have a
private applicator’s license. To that end, I attended a meeting in Anton last
January (cost $40). The cost of the license is $75. This year they are putting
pictures on the license so it will look like a driver’s license. They asked that you send your own picture. So. . . . .
Will you sleep well tonight knowing such a person is licensed to handle dangerous chemicals?
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