Turning a molehill into a mountain

My lovely and gracious wife asked for a bale of straw to spread between her raised beds.

An hour later...

After tools were found, hoses were unplugged, forklifts were jump started, knuckles were scraped, the straw blower was in operation.

It would have taken five minutes with a pitchfork...

Interesting people who read one's blog

I find the blogger statistic page interesting. I've noticed that my readership from random searches has dropped since I have been banned from GoogleAdsense forever.
Probably just a coincidence...
What I wonder about are the visits from non-English speaking countries. Are they spambots or just there for the pictures?
This morning I got a comment on a post about forklifts and snakes from someone in India (I think). It is either a really good robot that was able to incorporate all the main points of my post or a real person who has an old points ignition vehicle and is a bit nonplused by modern automotive technology.

"Properly right now When i tend not to feel too poor generating a "new for you to me" ninety seven Blazer. I reckon that nearly all of our devices (and it's possible myself) are getting to be dinosaurs although many of us simply continue going. And also you usually are proper, it really is receiving difficult to find anyone who is aware of how to focus on carburetors in addition to ignition points.. in addition to draglines."

I looked up the GooglePlus site associated with the person and it seems to be discussions of medical stuff. Not sure if it is advice or spam.
Kind of interesting.
What do you-all think?

I thought the field would never end

It wan't that big a field. It just seemed big.
I finished in the dark.
People keep calling me to plant for them. They remind me that I promised to put them on the "list."
I am not complaining about the work but you have to understand there are certain logistics involved with driving 18.5 mph and 15 ft wide down the highway, and ground drying at different rates and the need to keep the drill going...
My wife fixed me a nice lunch yesterday. A wrap with steak in it. Interesting concept, I would never had ordered at the local deli but it was pretty good in my lunch!

Today I plant peas.
Tomorrow I want to plant our own peas. Tomorrow it is going to rain...

Warming my fingers

I am sitting in my tractor with the heater full blast wishing the sun would thaw the water hose so I can flush out the fertilizer tank on the grain drill.

I'm using speech to text on my iPhone. It doesn't work very well. From time to time I beat the phone on the steering wheel. This doesn't help because I have an armor case for my iPhone.

It's a beautiful morning.

Yesterday Lulu wash my windows. That was nice of her.

I have 100 acres to plant before it rains tomorrow.

Things go wrong. I have a leaky injector line, alternator keeps quitting, and the fertilizer tank on the fertilizer tank has sticky Humic acid in the bottom.

At least the school bus will not be stuck behind me when I move to the next field.

I did not back over my air wrench!

But I did spill my coffee.

Have a nice day.

Sunday Morning Vinyl

I bought Vassar Clements, "The Bluegrass Session," some time ago. I've never got around to playing it.
This is because it was intimated to me that depressing bluegrass music is not the way to start a Sunday morning.
I guess it doesn't go well with an omelette.
My wife is gone and so Lulu is here to be subjected to my culinary experiments (obsession with the perfect omelette) and odd musical tastes.
So I put on Vassar Clements.

It starts with the old standard, "Six more miles to the Graveyard," or is it eight miles, I forget...and while the banjo picking is pretty fine and the sound on the old record is very good. Nice sharp individual notes, good tone on the bass, wait a second, there is a serious baseline going on here!
I get the first omelette done, sausage, mushroom, and no cheese, I was going to use a cheese stick but then thought better of it and chopped up a green onion, and serve it to Lulu.
She pronounces it a success!
I turn the record over.
I didn't read any reviews before putting this on and so was a bit surprised when I realized I'm hearing some sort of Hillbilly Jazz. These cats are scattin' like the infamous Alley Cats in Lady in the Tramp! (I have no idea why that image came to mind)
As I continue my blog post I find a little Western Swing, a little Blues, and I'm kind of impressed. The only down side is I think I have heard enough "bluegrass classics" and while "Nine Pound Hammer," and "Rocky Top," are fine pickin' songs, I've heard them more than once.
Perhaps in 1972 no one had heard "Rocky Top," 50,000 times.
Should have included "Wildwood Flowers."
No one but Flying Pig Fiddle and Banjo will play my favorite, "Bonaparte's Retreat."

I could have gotten stuck!

One must always be vigilant while operating a tractor. Had I not stopped in the nick of time I undoubtedly would have been in trouble. 

Today I must keep an eye out for anvils and a falling piano. I think my duck has been recruited through social media to violence! Perhaps it has been unjustly treated and feels socially disadvantaged. I know that always harshed my mellow!

Planting on old farmsteads

I found an old forged Clevis with the double disc opener. (I carry a hammer and screw driver and flashlight.)

An old house 

and what was inside. 

1943 National Geographic was on top

There was a stack of them but they were wet.