Well…it’s still raining in Oregon

22 Mar

Well we are still waiting for the rain that hit in October to stop.  Sheesh this has been a frustrating fall, winter and now spring for farming.  I’m hopeful it will turn around here soon, but I have to be, because as a farmer what else can you do but be optimistic about the weather?!

Here are a few shots of our filbert orchard.  I am still out getting pruning done, it’s coming along…slowly but surely.Also we headed out this week to check out some of the damages as the water goes down.  This is one of the smaller of the tile holes we marked.  This happens when our drainage tile (which runs underground) breaks and the water pushes up through the ground to the surface.  For now we just flag them so no one or thing falls in.  We will farm around them this year and come back in the fall to fix the drainage lines.

**My Aunt Marian just told me in comments below that my Grandpa Carl always called tile holes “suck outs”.  Which is what we still often call them today 🙂

We have had a few nice days here and there.  Fingers are still crossed for a couple, a few, a LOT more!

Dirt Math

10 Mar

What do you do when you have to do math for your legislative testimony and you find yourself out in a field pruning, paperless and pen-less?


You scratch it in the dirt with your pruning sheers!  Just another day of many hats…farmer, accountant and agvocate!  

Goodbye to Old Grey

6 Mar

Old Grey has been on our farm for 22 years.  22 fertilizer seasons of running around loaded down from field to field.  22 summers of hauling grass seed, clover, wheat, even filberts on long hot days.  22 years of wear, tear, washing and waxing before each season.

I realize it might seem silly to have an attachment to just a piece of equipment on our farm, but silly or not, I was sad to see her go.  Maybe it’s because I always think back when I was a kid and that steering wheel seemed so big!  I can perfectly imagine it’s what Hoot is thinking right as I took the photo below! Or maybe it’s the memories later, sitting in the driver’s seat of Old Grey, learning how to drive a semi, while dad sat in the passenger side and told me to “Take it easy on her!” and inevitably cringing while I grinded every gear heading down the road.  Old Grey is the truck that didn’t have the get up and go of her new counterparts at our farm, but I’ll be dammed if she didn’t always get you where you wanted to go….eventually.We bought a new truck that is currently being put together, painted up all pretty and shiny.  She’s newer than Old Grey by a long shot, has more horsepower, and will be a great addition to our farm.  When we bought her and made the decision to sell Old Grey, it was the end of an era.  This is the first large purchase that Matt and I have made since buying the farm from my parents.  In a way Old Grey represents the past generation on our farm and the transition to the next.

So while Hoot was farming with me on Friday, we went to say our goodbyes.  I gave our boy, generation number 4 a chance to stand on the seat and pull the horn one last time, just like I did growing up.

Obviously Hoot didn’t quite feel as sentimental as me, he was just excited to go see the combines haha! But regardless I said my thank yous for being such a great part of our farm, and for always getting us where we needed to be….eventually.

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