OK, listen up, folks. Time for a new name for this blog, and I am taking suggestions from you, our valued readers. (Some of you might have to de-lurk for just a moment, but it’s for a good cause.) I’ve been doing a bit of surfing and reading myself – since I have absolutely nothing
Scratchings in the Dirt
Month: September 2008
Combines, knees, and UFO’s
I thought I better let you all know that we finished the harvest! It went very well, and although Clem had expected a better yield, we are more than satisfied. So many farmers aren’t done yet, and my heart goes out to them. The weather hasn’t been great, so things are taking a while to
Harvest
We are about three-quarters done with this year’s harvest. It has all gone pretty smoothly (if you don’t count that little “running over the header” incident), and the quality and quantity of grain are amazing. We are very nearly out of bin space, which is a good problem to have, if you have to have
Strange Sightings at the Schraefel Farm
I married a guy who worked for the railway, managing 500 people in the whole Western Canadian division, and who decided to leave all that “glory” to drive a tractor around a farm on a fairly isolated patch of prairie. We live in a nearly century-old renovated schoolhouse which is highly attractive to rodents. A
Happy Birthday, Stephen!
Our middle child is now 15 years old. In 1993, Clem came out as usual to help with the harvest. I was nine months pregnant, huge, and very tired, so Adam and I came out to stay with my parents. Thinking back, it may not have been the best idea. Mom was recovering from a