Good Mornin’! Good Mornin’!
It had to happen sooner or later. There’s only so much time you can put something off before you have to face it. Today is that day. If you’d asked me about this years ago, I’d have told you it was crazy, too much of a dream and wouldn’t ever come true no matter how much hard work and sweat equity were poured in.
I’m going to be a part-time farmer. Well, as part-time as one could be. The green thumb has finally sprouted and yes, I’ll start learning about bushels and variable rates and soil moisture meters and hopefully will get another shot at properly driving a combine and not denting the back of the shed.
Growing up, I wanted to get as far away from a turn row as possible but now am looking at digging into more and more dirt to find its way into and all over my GMC. It’s hard to even fathom getting a crop going from field prep to planting to harvest and getting whatever makes it into the trailer to the port and in the bank or at least paying back some of what will be needed so I can start all over again, hopefully the following spring.
I’ll have to check and see if Calvin Lang can fit me into his cropdusting schedule and I reckon I’ll need to keep an eye on pecan prices for the three trees that are part of the “farm.” Yep, I’ll be like one of those strange grafts that hopefully will take and actually produce something. I’m following the markets and I have County Agent Alex Deason on speed dial and I reckon I better get to a farm auction or two and find a disc and maybe a mule or two. I’ve already signed up for a few classes at MDCC to jumpstart the knowledge I’m lacking but I’m wondering if I shouldn’t just hire myself out for a bit first? Oh, and I need a good farm name if y’all have any ideas, send em on.
Now, if you’ve followed along this far and know anything about me, you absolutely know that is an April Fool’s joke and one of the best I could come up with. I can’t even begin to fathom how to farm or to even attempt plowing up an acre to do so.
My farming talents are hidden or are so buried that no one will ever find or see them and they won’t even sprout after I’ve been planted way into the future.
I’m sure my brothers may have been a bit scared with the first sentence but know my lack of growing sense. For now, I’ll stick to talking to farmers and writing about what they actually do.
Oh, and I’ll keep working with that imaginary one I play on the radio as well!
Till next week!
