This time of year it seems like we are in a constant state of triage. Every morning at our meeting with all our guys we make a plan for the day and for the week, one that I’m sure will change (and usually does) at the drop of a hat. So our triage is fluid, it’s constant, and in the spring time many times it sounds something like this…
- What is the weather going to be like today?
- What is the weather going to be like this week?
- What is the most important thing to get done today?
- What needs to be done before the rain?
- What needs to be done once it is dry?
- What can be done while it’s raining/wet?
- Ok so to get that done, what needs to be done first?
- Can that tractor do that too, or should we wait and use this one?
- Who is going to get that done?
- Wait…that’s broke down? Shoot, ok Plan G it is then!
- And on…and on…and on…
With six different crops on our farm this year, all at different growing stages that need to be taken care of, the tasks at hand are plenty. We have some fields that are still being fertilized, some that need fungicide, a few that need broadleaf sprays and another that needs to get a growth regulator put on it. So add to that the potential for a very sunny week and we have a lot on our hands. As my husband in his first spring of farming put it, “You are all so laid back when it’s raining, but then the sun comes out and it’s complete mayhem, GO GO GO, to get everything done before the next set of showers!! This farming is crazy!”
Not to mention the constant elephant in the room, my large belly, that is due to pop at any moment. I’m really hoping it has some sort of sixth sense about this whole farming thing though and decides to wait until we’re in a small break in the action. I would really like my husband to be with while I’m giving birth versus spraying fungicide on our grass fields! Happy Monday folks!
NuttyGrass 
Bren- you waited for 8 days after your due date so I could plant 600 acres of winter wheat, so if the new baby is anything like you, you and Matt will be fine. Dad
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