What’s been up in September?
Well, frankly, a lot.
Silage, silage, and more silage.
Over 10 days of chopping corn silage, and a 4 am wake-up today to finish the last of the 4th crop haylage (hay silage).
The empty fields are making it look a lot like fall.
Since I last blogged I’ve started a new full-time and a new part-time calf employee. Training is hard, but I’m particularly pleased with my new full-time guy.
If any of you are managers, you may know it’s not easy. Or maybe I just over think it and over-stress. But at least we’ve settled into a little bit of new normalcy on the calf front.
The “I have West Nile” scare.
Not really, but I felt wretched last week. I had the burning throat, stinging eyes, never-ending runny nose, and everything hurts syndrome.
With all the news about West Nile I was half tempted to get to the clinic, but… I didn’t. Between working long hours and taking every spare minute to rest and nap, I just tried to keep going.
I think dust, allergies, corn pollen, and the common cold all morphed into a nasty combo, but I’m finally feeling alive again. Horray!
Vegetables. A lot of them.
Every few days during silage chopping I would try to either sneak home mid-day to pick vegetables or be forced to comb through the tangled plants after dark.
We are still blessed with tons of tomatoes and peppers, but it’s gotten overwhelming when we’re hardly home to pick them!
We froze some, ate some, gave some away, and froze some more. My mother-in-law even dried several pans of tomatoes for me in her oven, so I’ll see if the “sun” dried tomatoes remind me of summer when the winter gets long.
And wonderful visitors
On a day when I was at my worst, when I really thought I was past the breaking point, we had some unexpected visitors.
JR’s cousin Josh, whom we seldom see because he does humanitarian work in Bangladesh, was home in Minnesota visiting family. It was wonderful he made the 3-hour trek from his parent’s to the farm, and he also brought his lovely fiancee Helena to meet us.
They are a fabulous pair, and it perked me up so much to meet her and hear about her home and family in Spain. (they’re a well-traveled couple. 🙂
They got the full farm tour, and she made friends with all the babies as she softly cooed “Hola” to them and enthusiastically told her favorite baby becerras “Que Bonita!”
Of course she also spoke beautiful English, and even with my sore, froggy throat we talked on and on.
They even climbed up to the top of our then mid-process silage pile, and I was able to capture the moment.
I just couldn’t let September slip by any further before I posted something for you guys. I know I skimped on the running updates, but that will be coming soon. I may need some advice on a race I’m supposed to run in about 3 weeks….