It sure is pretty to be out in the fields as the sun goes down.
But I sure hate to run at night.
You can just see a little bit in front you. You can’t see the edge of the field, or where the truck is parked. A lot of the time you detect problems by looking at the pass you just made to your left or right. You can’t see that previous pass at night.
I’m a dawn to dark kind of guy. I like to be home at night.
Lots of apples this year. Tom and I picked my pickup about half full from just a couple of neighbors trees.
We pressed them tonight, ending up with about 16 gallons of cider.
We ended up with about 16 gallons of cider. We’re going to ferment around 13 gallons of it, and drink the rest fresh. Fresh cider is so incredibly delicious, pasteurizing may make it safe, but it also kills all the taste.
We also had some nice grapes and ended up with a half gallon of grape juice that I’m going turn into red wine vinegar.
My Dad (Tom’s Grandpa of course) built that press about 40 years ago. 3 generations of pressing apples and good times.
Several restaurants we visited in Iceland offered bread and soup. They had a big kettle of soup that you served yourself from, and loaves of bread beside it that you sliced your own slabs of bread from .
And it was cheap , appealing to the backpacking crowd.
Since it was a cold and rainy day here  I made my own version. Potato and leek soup and rye bread, made with rye flour from rye we grew.
1.You sliced your slabs holding the bread with your bare hands, no latex gloves. And if you wanted another bowl of soup you used the same bowl. Eeek! That must be why there are so few people in Iceland, they’ve all died from food poisoning. 
2. Don’t believe it when anyone tells you how cheap it is to visit Iceland. That bowl of soup will cost you many króna, I tell you what.
3. But still about 30 degrees warmer than Iceland.
We had some small tomatoes from the garden to use up. Debbie found this recipe and it was incredibly delicious.
What you’ll need
A nice bunch of small tomatoes. Cherry tomatoes are great, golf ball sized ones are good too. If they’re bigger just cut them in half.
About 6 cloves of garlic
A big bunch of spinach
A cup of polenta
About 4 oz of soft goat cheese
How to do it
Heat the oven to 425. Line a baking pan with parchment paper (or not, you’ll just have to scrub the pan)
Put the tomatoes in the pan and drizzle with olive oil, roll them around to coat on all sides
Toss in some fresh herbs if you have them, sprigs of rosemary, thyme, and oregano are all nice.
A few cloves of garlic are nice too. Leave the papery husks on.
Cook for 20 minutes or so, toss and cook a bit more.
Remove from the oven.
When they’ve cooled remove the herb sprigs, squeeze the garlic out over the tomatoes, and give them a rough chop.
Finely chop, or even mince, 3 cloves of garlic.
Add some olive oil to a big pan and simmer the garlic over very low heat. Don’t brown it, just poach it in the oil.
In the meantime take a nice big bunch of spinach and remove the stems and roughly chop it.
Put the spinach in with the garlic and cook until the spinach is wilted.
Remove the spinach from the pan and season the spinach with salt to taste.
Add 3 cups water to the pan and bring it to a boil.
Add a cup of polenta and a 1/2 teaspoon of salt.
Cook, stirring often, until it’s creamy.
Add 4 oz of goat cheese, a soft fresh one. Any cheese you like will be splendid.
Stir until the cheese is melted.
Give it a nice seasoning with pepper.
Serve by putting a big dollop of polenta on a plate, then topping with spinach, then with the tomatoes.
You may have noted at this point that in the picture my tomatoes aren’t chopped, and neither is the spinach. And the spinach has its stems. I didn’t chop the tomatoes or the spinach or remove the stems, but it would’ve been so much better if I had.
I broke my cell phone on Monday. I was rassling the straw spreader off the combine and the cell phone lost a battle with the large chunk of iron that is the straw spreader.
After a long wet spring and a long wet summer, we’re finally in the wheat fields. No time to deal with the mind-boggling incompetency that is our modern wireless industry to get my phone replaced. So I’ve been 5 days without a cell phone  now.
Surprisingly the world has continued to turn.
I’ve missed the convenience of being constantly connected. Today Tom came roaring across the field on the ATV to tell me what the mechanic said about fixing the sprayer, unable to call me and tell me. Although that was more of an inconvenience for Tom than me.
And it was my birthday this week, so I didn’t receive a single birthday greeting via phone. That was kind of sad. 
But I haven’t missed the constant interruptions. It’s wheat harvest and I’ve spent hour after hour in the combine, totally uninterrupted. It was serene. 
The wheat is harvested. Going to get a replacement for my broken phone tomorrow.
This is the week of Turtle Days in Churubusco. Back in the 1940’s a farmer in the Churubusco area said he saw a turtle the size of “the roof of a car” in a small lake on his farm. Despite heroic efforts, including trying to pump the lake dry, the turtle was never found. The legend lives on and we celebrate it to this day.
So it’s appropriate as I working in the fields this week that I came across a huge snapping turtle laying eggs.
It’s hard to tell scale from this picture, but she’s the size of a watermelon. I was putting nitrogen on a corn field right along Blue River when I came across her.
Fortunately I happened to be looking to the left and saw her, because she was right where I would’ve hit her with the front tire of the tractor and then with one of the rear duals.
I slammed to a stop and looked at her. Nothing to do about it. I couldn’t move her, no way am I trying to move a snapping turtle with my bare hands. So I cranked the steering wheel, ran over some corn, and jogged around her.
If you know me, you know nothing grieves me more than to run over corn I’ve planted.
We were out shooting a tile line today that crossed properties owned by 3 different people. Everyone whose land the tile is on is agreeing to fix it .
Our tile contractor brings his dog along on the these jobs. Another farmer whose land this tile crosses and I were helping shoot the tile line, mainly by watching the dog  run around and griping about the weather.
And then my neighbor said, “We had to have our dog put down last night.”
“Aw, geez, I’m sorry,” I said.
And he told me about their dog, how he was old and sick, and they’d been to vet and then late last night to the emergency vet clinic. And that the dog was a rescue and they’d had him for 7 years.
Then he blinked and looked over the fields and said, “It’s sad.”
Our families have farmed side by side for over 60 years that I know of, and I realized I hardly knew him, and I wished that I knew him better.
1. Other neighbors whose land drains into this tile, but the tile doesn’t actually cross their land, are choosing not help repair it. So the 3 of us will pay 5 figures each to fix it, and they’ll get a free ride. What you gonna do?
Two years ago at the National No-Till Conference an entomologist named Jon Lundgren got up to give his talk and launched into this incredible reenactment of a fascist dictator, complete with pounding on the lectern , shouting, “we must kill every bug!”
It was vastly entertaining, and of course his point was the exact opposite. Trying to kill every bug is a terrible decision. If we spray a field with insecticides we not only kill the pests we’re to trying to rid of, we also kill all the beneficial bugs in the fields. We destroy the natural balance in the field and open it to attack by other bugs.
We try to avoid using insecticides on our fields. I was out walking in our wheat fields this week and saw this.
Everywhere I looked in the wheat field I saw ladybugs and crickets, and wild bees , feeding on the wheat pollen. Ladybugs, despite being so cute and so cutely named, are actually vicious predators, devouring aphids and other bad bugs. Likewise with crickets. These bugs, the beneficials, keep the bad bugs in check. If we sprayed our fields with insecticides we’d kill these good bugs too.
The chemical companies push us to apply insecticides. “It’s inexpensive”, they say, “apply them as insurance against a potential insect outbreak.”
I prefer to let the ladybugs do it for me.
1. I’m 57 years old and I just recently learned the difference between a podium and a lectern. And I took Latin in high school too. Sorry Mrs. Hontz, I should’ve paid more attention.
2. The wild bees are tiny and I wasn’t able to get a good photo of them. I’m not better as a photographer than I was as a Latin scholar 
We were planting soybeans today into a field with a beautiful cover crop of cereal rye. We planted the rye last fall. It grows until winter sets in, then goes dormant and begins to grow again in the spring. By late May the rye is 4 feet tall. The rye keeps the soil from eroding and takes up nutrients from the soil. When we plant the rye dies and returns those nutrients to the soybeans.
We just plant right into the living rye. The rye roots make the soil crumbly and soft, perfect for planting.
This side of the field has been planted.
And this side hasn’t been planted.
That’s what we’re after, to disturb the soil as little as possible. Walking over the planted field it just looks like we drove over the rye and knocked it down. But if you dig in the soil  you’ll find soybeans an inch deep in loose crumbly soil.
Running over the rye kills most of it, a very light application of herbicide will finish off the rest. Dead rye is straw, the same thing you’d use to mulch grass seed when you plant a new lawn. It serves the same purpose in our fields, as mulch it holds moisture and smothers the weeds.
Ray Archuleta, a government conservationist, says, “A tilled field is naked, thirsty, and running a fever.” When you till a field you leave it bare to erosion from wind and water, you dry it out, and you burn up the organic matter in the soil.
Planting into a field of rye is planting into a field that is healthy and bursting with life. And clothed:
“Consider the lilies of the field … even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these.”