The other day as I was plowing up some ground I heard an awful noise.
There is nothing more distinct as metal contacting metal, and that's what I heard when a disk blade made contact with a large object.
My wife and I built our home on her parents' land. Land that has been in her family since 1835, maybe even a bit earlier. The land also was sharecropped, so needless to say there is a lot of history buried under the topsoil.
Over the past few years I have plowed up a Grapette bottle, broken dishes and plates, old plow points, mason jars — all kinds of stuff.
What I found Tuesday, though, takes the cake.
After hearing that awful sound I looked back and saw a large circular object half up in the air.
It turned out to be the rim off an old wagon wheel and stood about four-feet tall.
I don't know this, but I would assume there are other parts around the immediate area as the wagon probably was left there to rot.
There is still more plowing to do, so I guess we'll just have to see what we can dig up.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Been away for a while
Sorry for the recent lack of activity. It's been a busy time at work and on the farm.
For those involved in agriculture, this is one of the busiest times of the year, beginning in March (in East Texas, May for some folks up north) through the dog days of summer and into the fall.
The thing that makes spring so special, though, is hope. We've had some good rains around here this spring and that gives us hope that maybe the corn will grow this summer and we can get some hay in the barn to help the livestock through the winter.
The long dry days of summer have yet to grab us, but I will admit Christina and I finally had to turn on the air conditioner last week.
It has been a strange spring. The winter had a lot of cold nights, but nothing bitter, yet in the middle of April, less than a month ago we had a severe freeze.
The weather delayed much of our planting and plans, but I think things are back on schedule.
The peas are in the ground and growing rapidly and the field corn is growing faster than the crows can pull it out of the ground.
Christina and I put in a lot of watermelons and hopefully in about a month we will plant a small pumpkin crop.
Of course the prayer is always for rain. Our ribbon cane crop loves water and fall just isn't the same without the sweet smell of cane syrup rising above the farm as we try our hand at the old craft.
Well, that's enough for now, but I will try and be more faithful.
For those involved in agriculture, this is one of the busiest times of the year, beginning in March (in East Texas, May for some folks up north) through the dog days of summer and into the fall.
The thing that makes spring so special, though, is hope. We've had some good rains around here this spring and that gives us hope that maybe the corn will grow this summer and we can get some hay in the barn to help the livestock through the winter.
The long dry days of summer have yet to grab us, but I will admit Christina and I finally had to turn on the air conditioner last week.
It has been a strange spring. The winter had a lot of cold nights, but nothing bitter, yet in the middle of April, less than a month ago we had a severe freeze.
The weather delayed much of our planting and plans, but I think things are back on schedule.
The peas are in the ground and growing rapidly and the field corn is growing faster than the crows can pull it out of the ground.
Christina and I put in a lot of watermelons and hopefully in about a month we will plant a small pumpkin crop.
Of course the prayer is always for rain. Our ribbon cane crop loves water and fall just isn't the same without the sweet smell of cane syrup rising above the farm as we try our hand at the old craft.
Well, that's enough for now, but I will try and be more faithful.
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