It’s been said that you’re a true farmer if you can’t bear to throw away an empty five-gallon bucket. I can attest that this is not merely a theory, it’s an indisputable fact.
Comedic columnist Jerry Nelson and his wife recently traveled via airplane and had quite the adventure.
Black Friday isn't for everyone, and Jerry Nelson would rather be at home.
Every spring when the weather first begins to warm, a teensy seed of insanity will sprout in a farmer’s brain.
This is a creepy season, a time of year when ghouls and goblins roam the countryside, popping up randomly while you’re watching TV, scaring the bejeebers out of you so thoroughly that you feel obliged to give an extra-large tip to the laundry lady.
But enough about the upcoming election. This is also the time of year when we celebrate All Hallows’ Eve, a holiday that’s now known as The Halloween Pre-Christmas Blowout Sale.
Some folks regard autumn as their favorite season. This time of year certainly has much to recommend: the Technicolor striptease put on by the trees, the sharp tang of ripening corn, the fat Hunter’s Moon hanging in the sky like a gigantic florescent marsh
A new cheese manufacturing plant has just commenced operations on a site located about a dozen miles from our farm. I was given an opportunity to tour this facility, an experience that was similar to visiting the engineering department of the starship Ente
Which got me to thinking. There is a huge market for medications that would address some of mankind’s most annoying afflictions.
Like any good dairy farmer, I knew that cows have a multi-chambered digestive system that is more complicated than the seating arrangement at a royal wedding.
It’s silage chopping time, a season when corn plants are murdered en masse, their corpses disposed of in a in manner reminiscent of the wood chipper scene in the movie “Fargo.”