Farming is not for sissies. As is true for most professions nowadays, only the best farmers are left after going through a tough economy (actually, for decades, when it comes to farming).
Nevertheless, I am taking part in my very small corner of the world, “farming” a large vegetable garden.
It’s nothing even close to the real thing to be sure, but nevertheless, it’s a small snippet of what farmers enjoy the scent of the earth and sense of accomplishment that ensues after you see something you grow come to fruition.
Yes, bugs, mud, rain, and weeds.
Even this sliver of farming kind of melts my brain a bit, because when you garden like you mean it, you think differently about the weather than city dwellers.
To city folk, hail or strong winds is something that you worry about perhaps once or twice a year; if it hits your car or house. It’s an inconvenience.
But bad weather, or the lack of rain during critical growing periods, must be the first thing on the minds of farmers all the time. I’d be a total mental case if I had to worry like that.
Anywho, I’ve been dutifully planting and weeding in the garden; donating blood not to the Red Cross, but to those little flying devils. I actually did miss my recent bloodmobile appointment, so maybe it’s just desserts that the mosquitoes get me for the next couple of months until I can catch up again.
I’m so happy not to be responsible for cows. I would surely overfeed them, or do something and we’d both have back problems. It would be a disaster.
Getting your financial house in order
It is unfortunate that our state legislature didn’t bite the bullet earlier, when they had the chance, and take care of its financial affairs.
Raising taxes right now is a wacky idea, and to the rest of us nervous about jobs and everything else, it’s a signal that the politicians in office aren’t living in the real world.
I remember about a year ago when a lobbyist at a local city council meeting was talking about having the council support an effort to raise the gas tax when gas was between $3 and $4 per gallon.
It occurred to me at the time that she was a little crazy, and not living in the real world. This seems to be a recurring problem.
In times like this, we need people in office who are good with money; not people who think raising taxes will answer everything. The well is dry.
Digging up more bones
Working for a newspaper usually finds me “digging up bones,” as my mother-in-law would say that is, looking up history in the old back issues of the paper.
This time around, I ended up trying to track an obituary in the Lester Prairie News of the late Adah Spellum in August of 1969, at the request of Lawrence Reaman of Kansas City, MO last week (again). Unfortunately, I only found a mention on the front page, but no real obituary.
Nevertheless, I did come across a neat picture of Bob Mochinski, looking very dapper in a layout of 1969 graduates for Lester Prairie High School (Bob also attended Holy Trinity for a time).
Quote of the week
“You don’t really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around and why his parents will always wave back.”
William D. Tammeus.