If April showers bring May flowers, then what do May showers bring? The Old Farmer Tales could be a tool to forecast the weather — April foggy, cold May doggy? This past week has been nothing but a test of patience and frustration. I believe it has rained every day, or drizzled just enough to scrap any plans of fieldwork. The soil and air temps are cold. We’ve had a little over a half-inch of rain with very little sun.
It’s hard to watch the neighborhood change from the past as we know it. Very few adjoining landowners understand the importance of field tiles and how their decisions will affect others. It’s not always possible to purchase neighboring properties to control who borders ya. It feels like a constant battle when new landowners take the liberty to plant trees or dig ponds that disrupt the flow of drainage outlets — even more disheartening when they don’t protect the exposed tiles, which consequently plugs the mainline tiles with dirt or animals.
This past week, Mom and Dad made several batches of apple blossom jelly. I harvested stones with the JD Gator every night after work. It’s amazing to see how large our handpicked stone pile has become over the last 30 years. Over Mother’s Day weekend, we emptied the wood ear corn cribs and loaded the wagons to be ground into feed. Before turning the new group of steers onto pasture, we placed egg cartons on electric hi-tensile fence wires, so cattle would see it before running through it.
Always nice to get a surprise visit by Matt Gilsinger of GreenMark John Deere, who happened to be passing through and stopped by our jobsite to chaw the jaw. I also want to thank Jim Lestinsky for acknowledging the annual Indiana State Corn Husking Competition at Darrel Hartman’s auction. We thank you for the donation of husking tools for our educational displays.