Tuesday, January 31, 2012

July Farmer Fred Award-Half An Hour in GriggsDakota

Auction Sales are a tradition that we love. There are fewer farm auctions than there once were, because there are fewer farms. Some farm sales are emotional-either happy or sad. The Internet has brought a new level of sophistication to this long standing means of sale.
Is the Farmer Fred Award Runner-up for July.
Click on the title to visit the post.

The weather was a big story in 2011 around here. It was a year of excess moisture both Winter and Summer. We did not suffer as much as some other farmers in Greater Dakota, but the weather took a toll on our crops. It's good to remember that many things in life are not in balance. Things are not purely good or entirely evil. We were concerned with the outcome of this storm, but, couldn't resist the beauty of its approach.
The July Farmer Fred Award is presented to:

Half An Hour In GriggsDakota
originally published on July 18, 2011

 It was a steamy morning on Saturday, but the forecast had not told me it would rain.
 Cattleman Jim mentioned that a storm had popped up and may be heading our way. 
I was outside, but not really paying attention to the sky in West 
Until the sky demanded my attention 
The clouds were traveling fast and as beautiful as they were threatening. 
It was still in the yard as I watched. 
It had been that way all morning and I wondered how the clouds could be moving so fast without wind on the ground. 
I kept watching 
Until there was wind blowing in from the West. 
The sky was now boiling above me and the rain was just beginning. Farmer Fred called from the door and suggested that I come inside. I've never been good at making that decision. 
I joined Farmer Fred on the porch and ran out onto the deck when there were white caps on the lake. 
The wind was fierce and the rain was pelting down.  
Visibility was limited and I heard the click of a few small hail stones hit the window in the porch. 
Almost instantly the rain began to ease up. 
The wind stopped and I thought the storm was over. 
But it was a wind change that blew out of the Northeast and lowered our outdoor temperature down to 60 degrees Fahrenheit. 
The sun came out and the temperature soared. The storm was over. We didn't get any damaging hail. 
But it is wet in GriggsDakota.

Monday, January 30, 2012

June Farmer Fred Award-Case IH MX 305 Finds Home in GriggsDakota

Every year for over 50 years, our little town holds a turkey barbecue in the City Park. It is a tradition that we and thousands of others look forward to on the third Saturday of June each year. It is so much work that we wonder if it will happen again, but every year we gather the workforce and the fun begins.
The June Farmer Fred Award Runner-up is
Click on the title of the post to take a look.

It's easy to say that a big boy like Farmer Fred loves to play in the dirt with his big boy toys and that is true. However, in farming today the right equipment is of the utmost importance. Farming is risky business and we want to do all we can to keep our farm in GriggsDakota a viable operation.
The June Farmer Fred Award is presented to:

The Case IH MX 305 Finds Home in GriggsDakota
originally published on June 2, 2011

This tractor has a little more power than the other tractors that have pulled our drill this season.
The tires are wider and give better traction. 
And Farmer Fred is smiling while working to hook up the drill to the new tractor in GriggsDakota. 
The Case IH MX305 tractor is all the things that our rental tractor, the MX285 is,
With a little more horsepower and grip. 
We like the flashers out to the edge of the dual tires and the wide mirrors.  
We, with often tired knees, appreciate the comfortable nonskid steps up  
to the comfortable and functional cab. 
The controls for the Concord Air Till Drill are installed. 
Farmer Fred is working to get it out in the field by this afternoon. 
Fenders on the front tires will help to keep mud off the tractor in our wet fields. 
Sunshine and a breeze bring optimism today. 


Friday, January 27, 2012

May Farmer Fred Award-Not 12 Years Old

The plow is synonymous with farming on the Great Plains. It changed the prairie grassland into farmland. However, farming continues to evolve.
The May Farmer Fred Award Runner-up is
Which you can read by clicking on the title.

We have no children anymore. The kids have grown into adults.
The rules have changed and it catches us off guard.
The Farmer Fred Award for May is awarded to
Not 12 years Old

I once was care free, I suppose, 
And yet I cannot recall those days. 
I once had only myself and the garden to take care of,
 
but it seems there have always been at least brothers and kittens to take care of, besides the garden.
 After I learned to tie my own shoes, I quickly moved on to tying the shoes of those around me. I learned to be vigilant, perhaps because I was small and near the ground, and would jump to tie an untied shoelace when I noticed one. 
 And so it began.
A lifetime of taking care of others.
 It is a common role among women in my family. 
There is so much to take care of. 
Especially, the children.
 
I had taken care of children long before I became a mother and that was a good thing.
 Motherhood, at least the taking care of the baby part, did not intimidate me. I knew what I was in for when motherhood arrived. 
With help and encouragement from women in the family, it continued. 
As a Mother, I took care of the babies, the toddlers,
and the teenagers for years.
 
And then, suddenly, it seemed, they stepped away.
 And wanted 
independence. 
It surprised me.
I wanted to tell them to stop.
Since I didn't really believe they had all the answers, I have perfected a line that I would like to share:
"Excuse me for forgetting that you are not 12 years old." or "Okay, Okay, I forgot that you are no longer 12 years old." There are many variations, but you understand the premise.
Because, they don't mind remembering that they they were once 12 years old and they recall that I was there taking care of them, it works. They also are occasionally brought up short by the realization that they were in fact behaving as if they were 12 years old. That is no longer my responsibility, but who can blame me for reacting with concern? These lines allow me to continue to speak my mind.
Motherhood is a lifetime commitment. Only my children don't understand that. 
But they will. 
Just wait, they will.