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This is your new blog post. Click here and start typing, or drag in elements from the top bar. The parts man slowly shook his head,
Then grumbled as he frowned. “I guess it looks to me like You tried for one more round.” Add Comment It’s easy in the winter to plan big. It’s easy to think somehow those long days in June can never be overfilled. And July — why, July has no harvest or planting, so there will be plenty of time to read a book in a hammock as well as learn something new that challenges.
It’s a very spring-like day,
I’m standing in the field. The winter scars of frostbite Have nearly all been healed. After all we have invested
In our marriage through the years, After all the joy and laughter Working through the sweat and tears. I’m sitting at a quilt shop Waiting for my wife. I don’t think I’ve been here yet For more than half my life. This one seems a little longer Than the stop we made before. But I’m quite sure it’s only been One or two days more. It’s fun to see the seasons change, To watch the flowers grow. Soon the pumpkins will come down, Then Christmas lights will glow. But I sit here patiently As she fingers every swatch. It’s good I brought along an extra Battery for my watch. I brought along some bookwork. I finished up my tax. I’ll still make the deadline If I send it off by fax. I’m sure there is new merchandise She has never seen before. Even though to me it looks Like every other store. I know more things than shopping Come into the mix. It’s more than checking every bolt To get a cotton fix. She needs to meet with other gals Who share the same affliction. Except that this group therapy Helps promote addiction. Here she comes with half a bolt And an extra quarter, A rotary cutter, yellow thread, Some piping for a border. I help her load her packages, I ask if she had fun. I say that we should head for home If she is sure that she is done. “Just because it’s on the way Let’s hit the John Deere store. I know that it will only take A couple minutes more.” The toolbox on my tractor
Has a little tray. So I can take with things I need, Or just think I may. It’s really dark out here. We have been blessed with clear skies since the beet harvest season started. There is no moon, so the stars are beautiful. But when I shut off the pickup headlights, man, is it dark out here!
I need three weeks of winter
Right here in July. The projects on my workshop bench Are piled up to the sky. You know that spring is close at hand;
The yard has turned to slop. The winter projects all complete Are stacked up in the shop. Ijust can’t hold back any longer. I need to weigh in on the health care debate.
Right there is a large part of the problem: They aren’t debating healthcare. Congress is only arguing about who will pay the bill. No, I admit I haven’t read the 2,000 pages, but the news is only about the bitter posturing. |  Write Field column is written by David Kragnes. David farms near Felton, MN. He is a former Chairman of American Crystal Sugar Co., and currently serves on the board of directors of CoBank.
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