Last month, I told you all about my ongoing foray into the world of finances, taxes and accounting. Tonight, as I sat down at our desk to write up this month’s story, in front of the keyboard …
I will never tire of learning new things. Maybe that’s not surprising as I think, all people are naturally curious. In college, there was a saying the professors and every motivational speaker …
The beauty of redundancy lies well in line with how I prefer to labor. Given the choice, that means I labor as little and as leisurely as possible to achieve my goal. To be able to carry on and say, …
There is a lot of time to listen to music, podcasts and audiobooks while doing fieldwork and running skid loaders to take care of the cows.
Every December, it’s time to send the books off to our accountant and find out whether we need to make some investments in feed, facilities or equipment to avoid giving the government more …
“Better slow down a bit. There are cattle on both sides of the road,” I told my brother after we rumbled over a cattle guard and continued down a stretch of paved road in the desert while …
Emily and I used to go to World Dairy Expo every year to wander around, chatting with friends, looking at equipment and admiring beautiful dairy cattle. The road trip to Madison, Wisconsin, was also …
I love this time of year. It’s time to put up some hay.
March and April are busy months around here when it comes to calving. We like to take vacations in January and February, and we don’t like fresh cows with frostbit teats.
My parents recently went on a short trip to Florida with my two sisters’ families. Our young nephews and niece aren’t really the right ages to join the kind of trips we take our teen kids on, so they do their own trip to a kid friendly beach in Florida.
Last month, I left you guessing what mountainous, warm, Spanish-speaking place we’d be visiting with dairy farms.
They say nothing is free, but then, maybe those people never lived in Minnesota.
It probably seems a bit late to be writing a column about Christmas traditions.
This has been an interesting month in our small town of Elko New Market, Minnesota.
It’s an election year, which means I am forced to dislike people I’ve never met for bothering me with their nonsense while I’m trying to work or relax.
Our family doesn’t do many multistate road trips. We love traveling whenever we get a chance to get away from the farm, but it’s usually destinations we can get to in half a day.
Fair season ended for our family a couple days ago when Emily took the kids back up to the state fair one last time for their non-livestock project judging.
Looking at the date on our last inspection sheet in the milkhouse, it’s time for our state milk inspector to show up again and remind us of things we probably should have fixed before he got here.
“Man – despite his artistic pretensions, his sophistication and his many accomplishments – owes his existence to a 6-inch layer of topsoil and the fact that it rains.”
It’s time to make some hay. I love cutting and putting up hay, especially the first crop