by Anglo-American Farmer Bodwyn Wook
9 April 2008
I think I can by God sow a little alfalfa-oats this afternoon…we’ll SEE! Them Grandkids are due and I can have the little shysters ride tractor on Grampa’s lap by turns, THAT will PO the Safer Than Thou town SOBs!
9 April 2009
No joy with the sowing, she’d have wadded up good if I’d waded on in and digging our black clay loam from coulters is a real butt pain. But it was a nice drive under April skies, difficult to believe in just six months the nights will drawing in again. But Spring is just around the corner you know, only eleven months to go!
When I stopped at the pasture gate out onto the new hayground and switched off to walk out for a look, there was an endless shout of birdsong from the faint olive haze in the hedges and treetops, I seen a goldfinch, a bright handsome black and yellow citizen (the Iowa state bird), and the bluejays was singing love songs, all pouring water and warbling. (Normally they go squeech, squeech or “thief, thief!” But that is their August note.)
No Baltimore Orioles yet, my absolute favorite bird, I think, next to the wrens. It’s early for them, they only come with the oak leaves at month’s end (the oaks are a tropical tree and doesn’t stick anything out until the frost is sure past.) When I have Orioles in the grove, in the oaktops, it will be a good year for regular rain and not many bad thunderstorms.
Just as well, Them Grandkids is looking forward to tractor rides on Grampa’s lap on this Easter weekend….
10 April 2009
Two-fingered typing by a seven-and-a-half watt (I’m so effng cheap, I effing love it!) bulb hath its spelling perils. Anyway, The Buddies helped Grampa get about half the little stand of hay sown today, it’s darn near eight and I’m off to read aloud about Curious George and Pippi Longstocking. Good Night!
[Bodwyn Wook all rights reserved 17 May 2009]