Peggy Sanders: Confluence Chronicles – Where City & County Meet 11-28-11
When we paused to eat our turkey on Thanksgiving Day, we were thankful the corn is combined for one more year. We are already thankful we sold our cows to our older son, transferred the brand to him and our last calf crop went to the auction barn last week. Hasn’t it been nice for the past few years that farmers and ranchers have been getting good prices for our commodities? Having grains, hay and cattle all worth top prices during the same years has been unheard of. It makes things dicey for feedlots but they are getting it figured out. They sell high too, so they come out alright.
I’m thankful our younger son did his two tours in Iraq as an Army officer and came home unscathed. He and his now medical doctor wife have two beautiful girls and a little boy will join them before Christmas. Undoubtedly he will be a charmer. They live 925 miles from us – we measured when we drove down – so we don’t get to see them often enough. We make up for it when we do though. Closer to home, just two miles away in fact, are our other three grands, a girl and two boys. We will have six grandchildren – three of each kind – before long. What a gracious end to this year.
I’m glad we are not moving to town, though I’ve had several people ask me about that; someone started the rumor because we sold the cows. I have to explain it all again that we are still farming many acres of our own and we also custom work. I use the term “we” loosely as I am a traditional farm wife who sticks around the place to help move vehicles and machinery, take meals to fields or prepare them “on demand,” as is sometimes necessitated by wheat, soybean and corn harvests and haying. I go for parts, run errands and keep grandkids.
The wildlife always makes me think of how lucky we are to live here. My dad has a good sized bunch of wild turkeys on his place. He also has a mountain lion or two but we haven’t noticed any decrease in deer nor turkeys so they must all be getting along pretty well. Our place is also inundated with deer. The other night one of the bucks in rut was scratching his antlers on my lilac bush outside the window in the middle of the night. It woke me up and I was all over the house trying to find the source and figure out what it was. He did it again the next night and I hollered my protest; he hasn’t been back and the bush is quite glad. It is beat up.
I’ve heard city people are scared out here when they can’t see other people, and darkness is especially haunting to them. Conversely when they realize how bright the stars shine away from city lights, their appreciation perks up. They become thankful.
Peggy hopes you have much to be thankful for too. She can be reached at ThankAFarmer4Food@yahoo.com.
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