My virtual farming school
My efforts to learn the basics of agriculture through observation continue. And there has to be a better way to get my imaginary farmer certificate.
We watched the field, below here, go through a couple of evenings under the rake (or was it a harrow? I don’t know, yet). Anyhow, when things were flattened enough that I though it was time to seed the grass, or sod the sod, they brought in more machinery. GIven the vintage, and the wear on the paint, I cannot even guess at model numbers.
Anyhow, late this afternoon, they loaded up the bin thing with pieces of potato, so I’m making a barely educated guess here that we’re into another season of spuds. And within the first minutes, everything stopped. Seems that they found a big stone (think sandwich loaf sized), and it may have bent something. Several hours have passed, and I hear a tractor (not) turning over. Oh, wait. No. Yes.
I’m going to hang tight. If they actually get back to burying stuff, I’ll sneak out under moonlight (moonshine) and try to determine what is actually going on. Quicker than waiting for actual growth.
Yes, I could put on my nosy hat and go ask, but that would give away my carefully groomed subterfuge that I actually know about farming. I don’t. Not even a bit. What I learned about planting turnips from my grandfather (something about a stick and some seeds) hasn’t brought me far. At least I have access to food at the local market. And all this to know a few weeks earlier if I have to close my windows when the sprayer comes by. Under cover of darkness.
