Planting delayed by weather

Well, the weather continues to disappoint me and likely many others. We need to get on the land and get something planted!
It’s been said that every day after May 15, you start to lose a bushel a day on your cereal grains (although there are things, like our soybeans and corn, that I would likely hold off planting until after that date in hopes of missing some late frosts).
I don’t think we will worry about holding off–but now it comes down to hurrying up!
Saturday was an incredibly beautiful day and just teased us that there were more of those days in store. Unfortunately, our soaking wet day on Friday didn’t allow for much farm work on the weekend.
Once it changes, you will see everyone going full speed.
Meanwhile, please be patient with us on the roads. Fertilizer spreaders and much of our equipment will be moving up and down the roads, and most of this stuff doesn’t travel extremely fast.
This is our jobs and our way of life, and we realize everyone is in hurry or rushing. But trust us–we are going as fast as we can and our window of good weather is pretty darn tight.
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The sheep were sheared last week so that’s another job off the list! All are moved outside now, except the ram and the last ewe to lamb.
Her name is Pokee and she is taking her “pokey, sweet time!”
The lambs are enjoying being outside, but even the lamb yard is soaking wet. Thankfully, green grass is appearing so I’m planning to do some fencing this weekend and prepare for the sheep grazing areas.
More lambs means more grass, but I’m also trying to keep them as close to the yard as possible in hopes of not losing any to wolves.
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Sadly, we said good-bye last week to a long-time friend—Barry Silander.
Barry, Grace, Gary, and Brent were childhood neighbours. We celebrated birthdays together, travelled to hockey, and spent many summer days in sandpiles with Tonka trucks.
Barry was always quiet-natured but enjoyed long visits and good coffee. Barry also tended to stick up for me a fair bit (being the only girl usually meant it wasn’t me that got us all into trouble–or at least that is how Barry defended me!)
He definitely was a family man and I always admired how much he adored Grace.
As life changed, the Silanders moved closer to Fort Frances and we lost our neighbours. But no matter how long between visits, it was easy to pick up and catch up on things.
He will be greatly missed and it seems unfortunate that life just seems so darn short for many. Let it remind us that we must make the most of each day.
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Another dear friend, George Emes, also passed away last week.
I first met George through the Rainy River Future Development Corp. and I quickly bonded with him as we shared many conversations about life being busy, friendships, and making our district stronger.
At a meeting, I usually tried to sit close to George so we could share a few quick comments during them.
George was a strong supporter of our abattoir and all our agriculture projects. He was so passionate about finding a way to allow our communities to work together and grow.
He talked highly about his family and wasn’t afraid to praise a job well-done. In fact, last year he told me how proud he was of me that I was chosen to be a “calendar girl!”
I am going to miss George and his shoes are going to be tough to fill.