Just 1 picture for this week –
Just 1 picture for this week –
Brad’s wheat harvest was finished over two weeks ago. I had technical difficulties, so pretend this post is two weeks ago. This was the first year that Brad was able to harvest his own wheat with all his own equipment, since he now owns a wheat header for his combine. I never made it to the field while he was harvesting; it was a short harvest. That means no pictures, but it looks about the same as wheat harvest in years past, except Brad didn’t have enough wheat to warrant driving a tractor and grain cart to the field. He just unloaded the combine into the semi.
I did make a trip to the field after harvest was over so we could get the annual wheat harvest picture. The first year we did this was 2011! Look how they’ve grown!
In last year’s post, I was nice enough to put all the past wheat harvest pictures. You won’t be disappointed if you go check them out.
Here are the 2016 wheat harvest pictures. We opted for taking them in the fallow ground because the wheat stubble (see 3rd picture below) would’ve come all the way up to Liza’s shoulders.
My Family/Farm Education:
Brad is pumping on fertilizer his corn with the water from the pivot so he needed to go check to make sure it was going on at the right rate. It seemed like a good Friday evening family outing. While Brad and the big kids walked to the pivot point, Liza and I stayed and played in the short end rows.
It was a beautiful, July evening that started with the sun behind the clouds until it popped out as it was setting. I’m sorry I don’t know how to best photograph a sunset.
Let’s discuss some of the many hindrances to growing food.
Elliana and I put a little fence around as many of these beans as we could after we saw this damage, but who knows if they’ll decide to get real jumpy and hop over it.
2. Volunteer Corn
It doesn’t produce anything and just sucks up moisture from the ground.
3. Sprayer Error
In the distance of this picture you can see where the corner of dry land corn stopped and irrigated corn (taller) starts. You can also see that it looks like Brad is standing in a spot of very short corn.
Back in March he was working on his sprayer in that spot and cleaning it out. All he can figure is that the windshield washer fluid (I think he puts this in it for winter storage.) he was spraying through the machine sterilized the ground so seed couldn’t grow. The two lanes of no corn are right under where nozzles of the sprayer were when he drove it forward a few yards. He’s just glad he didn’t figure this out on someone else’s field, that it’s not even a full acre, and that it’s not on irrigated ground.
4. Then you have my depressing tomatoes.
If you could just tell me what is causing the leaves to be all curled up and what to do about it, that would save me the energy of trying to figure it out. I don’t think it’s a bug because Sevin dust didn’t help.
Yes, that’s my husband. Even close family members don’t recognize him at first glance with that stuff on his face and in this picture even Liza looks scared of him. I blame it on his good friend Billy, who would actually tell Brad his beard needs to be trimmed based on how he keeps his facial hair. Brad said he actually likes it [because he doesn’t have to take time to shave] and that he doesn’t even really notice it. (Insert wide eyed emoticon here.) If that isn’t a great word picture to make you hunt for the log in your own eye before you go poking at someone else’s issues, I don’t know what is. At the same time, I’m glad I forget what’s on my face too or else I’d be more self conscious all day with the mess that my skin is.
Brad thinks his spraying marathon is over. I’m happy for him. Getting only six hours of sleep and only two meals a day sounds more like a punishment instead of a job you enjoy, but he does enjoy it believe it or not. I’m just wondering when my marathon will ever feel like it’s over.
Eternal perspective needed, right? A good nap won’t hurt either, and I do really love them.
Small Town Nebraska:
The ball diamond in our village, where Brad played as a kid, hasn’t been used for a real team or game in a long time, but the kids in town have taken an interest in playing there this year. Brad went with them today, you know, since his marathon is over. They did some snooping around and found a box of balls and the pitching machine from back in the day. It still worked! Talk about three excited kids.
When I saw their fear, I rose and spoke to the nobles, the officials and the rest of the people: “Do not be afraid, remember the Lord who is great and awesome…”
Small Town Nebraska:
What kind of house do you picture having a view like this?
Not to mention a perfect view of those amazing Nebraska sunsets.The house with those views looks like the following picture when you’re pulling off the road and thinking, “Am I at the right place?”And like this when you pull around to the front door.
In this shouse, the mud room and an office/guest room are on the first floor and the rest of the living space is what you might call lofted although it’s completely walled off over the shop.
Inside this sweet couple’s home, when you look out their east window, you get a clear view of the combine or whatever is in the shop/garage at the moment. (Please excuse the finger in the way.) No need to step out of the house to get your farmer when he’s working on his equipment. You can just holler from the window.
Inside really is a modern, comfortable home, that I wish I had taken pictures of for you; but as you can see I took some of these pictures when we had snow, and I’m tired of waiting to post about this concept. Some call it a Barndominium, a Shouse (shop + house), and some other clever names that are escaping me. I think it’s a fascinating way to find a place to live for small families in this place where finding housing is quite challenging.
Small Town Nebraska:
Sunday evening = some gorgeous plains scenery
Last week I forgot to tell you about the pump the kids and I picked up for Brad. As you can see, I actually didn’t pick it up myself. Some gentlemen loaded it into my vehicle for me. The pump on Brad’s sprayer trailer was taking 20 minutes to do what it should do in 10; and since Brad doesn’t have time to fix it right now, he just got a new one. Don’t fret about being wasteful, he’ll fix the old one eventually and use it again.
What I’ve Been Thinking:
My grandparents will be moving out of their home soon and into a much smaller space, so they had an auction this week to sell their stuff.
That is my grandpa’s pen collection. As kids we used to spend a lot of time checking to see what pens worked and if there were any duplicates. The person who bought this box at the auction scored big time in my opinion.
If you think that the value of your life is determined by your stuff, then go to an auction of 90 year olds and you will reevaluate. Some things sell for a good amount, but the majority of things sell for $1 a box.
This sweet couple is worth much more than the selling price of their stuff.
“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened. Or what man is there among you who, when his son asks for a loaf, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, he will not give him a snake, will he? If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give what is good to those who ask Him!
We got to drive down a couple miles of a trail road this week so we were up close and personal with the crops. Here is how they are looking on the 2nd week of June based on pictures my kids took.
Dry Land Corn: Wheat: With this lovely 90 degree June weather, the corn is growing quickly (love those heat units!) and the wheat is changing daily. It makes for rapidly changing landscape around here.
“Cease striving and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.”