I need three weeks of winter
Right here in July.
The projects on my workshop bench
Are piled up to the sky.
There’s that wheel off of my planter,
It made the final rounds.
But as I finished seeding beets,
It made some awful sounds.
The sprayer hoses are swelled up
And cracked from too much sun.
I knew some year they’d have to go,
I guess this is the one.
Lawn mower blades to sharpen up,
A weed eater out of string.
To look across my shop you’d think
We had broken everything.
I mistakenly told my wife
Of how I was behind.
Please understand that most times
This is a gal quite kind.
I said, “I need some winter
To clean this messy shop.”
Most times she will bite her tongue;
This time she couldn’t stop.
She pointed out, “It looks the same
All year from fall to fall.”
If winter brings more cleanliness,
She just can’t tell at all.
“I know” she said, “It seems that life
Is really moving fast.
But I see projects left from several
Winters in the past.”
I know this winter I’ll clean up.
On my list that’s near the top.
Or maybe what I really need
Is a slightly bigger shop.
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.