The number five crow snow has come. Now it’s gone. Before I went to bed I looked out. The ground was white. Boy, I thought to myself, “I wonder how much snow there will be by morning.” Puff! I got up in the morning and the snow was just about all melted. A spitty little rain was falling and it continued all morning. That was the end of the final crow snow.
For the coming weather, I have to think about my good friend Charlie Ribey now deceased who liked to say, “It will be steady weather from now on.” I never did figure out how to take that. I think it’s safe to say it will be beautiful spring weather for the foreseeable future. Get those drills running guys.
I can’t get over how guys are sitting around waiting until the weeds grow so they can spray them. And what diabolical weeds might they be — stink weed, shepherds purse, Hawks beard, volunteer canola? Ohhhh boy, as my uncle Harold used to say. I would not classify them as big tough weeds.
The other day, when I was in the coffee shop in Maidstone, I said in a voice that everyone could hear, “If I was farming I would be seeding by now.”
And I would have been by now. It would be wheat, not that neck itching barley or oats that snuffed out on the first cold night. You know the wheat that has a golden red color to it. The stuff that makes the truck creak and you are grabbing gears getting it out of the field in harvest. That is what I liked growing.
I had a system and it worked. I would go out with my cultivators and going fast and shallow just dirt over shovels. When I was done I had a one inch deep seed bed all over the field, all the little weeds were buried and dead. The cracks were all sealed off. Wet slough areas had dry dirt on top. The soil was evenly dry. It was ready to seed. I suspect these modern day zero tillers don’t even have a cultivator.
On a personal note I made a big purchase the other day. I have three guns — a bolt action .22 and a semi-automatic .22. Both bought when I was a teenager. Both are broken. I also have a 12-gauge shotgun that I haven’t used since I was a teenager and fancied myself as a duck and goose hunter. Well I want to shoot gophers. Both my .22s are broken. The bolt action has the spring in the firing pin broken. The semi-automatic doesn’t eject the shell after firing. You have to carry a small screwdriver to dig out the spent shell. Both could be fixed but they are both more than 50 years old. Time for a new gun. This gun has a scope and a 10-shell clip. Son Todd tried it out to set the scope. He killed one gopher, the only one we saw. He said it shoots good. My plan is to take my best girl Beverly, I will drive and she will shoot. Just like the old days.
Joke of the week: One night a man and woman were sleeping in bed. In the middle of the night there was a loud noise. The woman turned to the man and said, “That’s my husband. You have to leave.” The man dived out the window landing in some bushes. He crawled out of the bushes and started to run down the road. Suddenly it dawned on him and he stopped running and went back in the house He said, “Wait a minute, I’m your husband.” The wife gave him a dirty look and said, “So why were you running?”
