All We Need’s More Rain
When I came to Arkansas back in 1960 and spent some time around potbelly stoves in a few general stores – I kept hearing bad vibes about ag lime. How worthless it was. What a waste of time to even mess with it. Good place to keep your mouth shut. ‘Cause these men were serious and no whippersnapper under a cowboy hat was going to convince them of anything about the virtues of crushed limestone.
Life Is Simple
All the farms that I have acquired over the years also have livable homes. Although I never aspired to be a landlord, the present state of the economy makes it necessary for me to rent them out. I’ve always tried to be very selective to whom I rent, because I have cattle on every one of the places and I need people who have a record of being trustworthy. So far, I’ve been very fortunate in getting good renters who take good care of the houses and know enough to keep an eye on the livestock. Even those renters without any farm background have been ‘teachable’ after a few months. But, every time I have a house become vacant, I dread the process of finding a new, reliable renter.
Heart of the Ozarks
It feels good to have my feet back in the Ozarks and introduce myself to you – our loyal readers.
Life Is Simple
This column, quite likely, could be one of the last I write. You see, when someone comes into a great deal of money very quickly, one of their first acts is to quit their ‘paying’ job to pursue activities they’ve wanted to do their entire lifetime. But, please, don’t worry about me, for I’m pretty sure that I won’t fall into the trap that has ruined so many other ‘instant millionaires.’
Across the Ozarks
This is the last column I get to write as the Managing Editor at Ozarks Farm & Neighbor. Wow, those are some tough words to say. But don’t fret, dear reader, for we have wonderful things in store for you. I’m writing today to share memories of my own, and to introduce to you a talented and successful woman who will be taking my place, Mrs. Lane McConnell.
All We Need’s More Rain
Time flies when you’re having fun. Back in the fall of 1960, two good old boys came driving into Arkansas, which doesn’t really seem that far back. Lots of roads weren’t paved back then and the two of us and a big German Shepherd dog was waiting for an adventure.
Life Is Simple
This column, quite likely, could be one of the last I write. You see, when someone comes into a great deal of money very quickly, one of their first acts is to quit their ‘paying’ job to pursue activities they’ve wanted to do their entire lifetime. But, please, don’t worry about me, for I’m pretty sure that I won’t fall into the trap that has ruined so many other ‘instant millionaires.’
Across the Ozarks
This is the last column I get to write as the Managing Editor at Ozarks Farm & Neighbor. Wow, those are some tough words to say. But don’t fret, dear reader, for we have wonderful things in store for you. I’m writing today to share memories of my own, to share some memories of another columnist, Frank Farmer, who’s hanging up his hat, and to introduce you to a talented and successful woman who will be taking my place, Lane McConnell.
Life Is Simple
Since I live in cattle country and not crop country, I rarely get to see behemoth tractors and combines at work. On the rare occasions that I get to travel through flat, fertile areas of the country during planting or harvesting seasons, I sometimes pull off to the side of the road and marvel at man's ingenuity and progress. Such was the case last Saturday when I traveled to a cattle sale upstate in one of the heavily-farmed regions.
Across the Ozarks
Did fall sneak up on you like it has me this year? I woke up one morning to cool weather, steaming hay bales and spider webs adorning the trees and outbuildings. With fall comes wonderful, local fall festivals! Each fall festival celebrated by area towns highlights a different feature of the season. I spent one recent Saturday at a pumpkin festival where growers bring in pumpkins and watermelons, and awards are given to the heaviest, and best-looking, among others. This year’s giant pumpkin weighed 1,092.5 lbs. Can you believe that? The grower said at peak, it will grow 10 lbs a day. That amazes me.