Ready… Set… MOW!
The tension is building here at the Salt Creek Speedway. The drivers are checking over their equipment and preparing for the big race. Sponsors like New Holland, Deere, Case, Hesston, and Vermeer are nervous due to all the rain delays. Some of the drivers have jumped the gun and are running with wet tires. It’s a serious situation here.
We don’t actually have a racetrack, but you could never tell by the anticipation the farmers are experiencing. Rains have once again pushed planting beans, putting up hay, and harvesting wheat into the same few available days. I only have half of my soybeans planted and those were partially covered by the mud flowing down even the slightest slope. The soil is so saturated, it doesn’t need much help moving. Now, the sun is shining for the first time in several weeks.
The fescue is drying out rapidly as temps hover in the 90′s with strong winds. Hopefully there will be enough undergrowth, clover, and timothy to add some heft to the hay. There is still water standing in low areas. Since I have a disk mower with no tedder or conditioner, I will be waiting a couple days and hope for more drying.
Stupid Weather!
Dang weather! The weather guy on our local station always seems to nail the bad stuff. If he calls for good weather though, watch out! Yesterday, nothing but rain. Today, all wind. Last night, both thrown together!
Our addition is progressing slowly but, yesterday’s torrent caused water to seep in from the construction zone to the main living area. By the time I arrived home, Scout “The wonder dog”, was adrift on his doggy bed/flotation device, using my binoculars to look for Somali pirates! After a search of the house I found no pirates. I believe this is partially due to the fact that we live 1000 miles from an ocean, and even more likely, pirates can’t stand puppy lickin! Good Job Scout!
Knowing “Honey Bunches” would be home soon, I sprung into action, sweeping water off the adjoining concrete and wet vacuuming the existing floor. I flung the furniture around trying to suck up all the water before she saw my mess. About this time I here “Honey Bunches” driving up the road. I try to straighten up the room but, it’s too late.
As she enters the house, she looks at me in my rubber boots, dog covered in mud and water, and the furniture rearranged. “What has happened to our house!?”, asks “Honey Bunches”. “Woof, Woof”, says Scout. “He’s right”, I say, “Pirates”!
