I always support Joe and hard work. Until last week. I gave him a deadline of having until Saturday at midnight to be done planting for the spring. It is the middle of July anyhow.
This is how dirty Joe has been when he comes into the house the last few months.
He and employees have worked together to plant an extra 2,000 acres. There actually isn’t any gricklegrass growing here in southwestern Minnesota (only in Dr. Suess books) but there is brown-midrib dwarf sorghum, Japanese millet and teff grass. We have been collectively referring to this in our home as gricklegrass.
I seriously had to google this stuff to see what in the world is going to be growing. The reason I made Joe quit planting is that I know what goes up must come down. Meaning, that whatever is planted will need to be harvested, and 3 months of 24-hour, 6-days-a-week harvesting of cow feed is …. ridiculous. Joe assures me that it won’t take that long. I hope he is right.
Rain that just kept coming all April, May, and June is the reason for all the extra gricklegrass. Farmers that are strictly corn and soybean farmers in the area and do not have livestock, gave up on getting a decent crop. So, as livestock farmers, we planted crops on their land that need fewer days to reach maturity and then will harvest them for cow feed.
My husband LOVES the unknown. He thrives on craziness. To him, this has been a dirty, hectic, unpredictable stretch of fun.
I don’t like to be a fun-hater, but sometimes a wife has to draw the line. Set a deadline. Put her foot down. Even if it is in a lot of extra Gricklegrass.
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