I love the emails I have been getting asking about #My60Acres! The summer has gotten away from me so before we get much closer to harvesting I wanted to share with you some more from the growing season!
If I had to describe this growing season in one word it would be “blessed”. After the initial cold spell right after planting, we have had rain and temperatures that are ideal for growing corn – at least right here. Some of our neighbors have had way too much rain – some as much as 10+ inches in 24 hours, and some of our neighbors are too dry. But we have gotten very timely rains in manageable amounts.
Unfortunately, the corn prices are reflecting the good growing conditions much of the corn belt is experiencing and even with good yields it’s going to be a very hard season financially.
None the less, we still have to farm the best we can. About a month ago the plane came to visit and applied a fungicide. We don’t have to use fungicide every year but with the wet conditions and warm temperatures, we needed to protect the corn from fungus that can be very damaging.
The plane came back to visit us just this past Friday! He flew on cover crop seed. The seed is loaded into the plane and sprayed out right on top of the growing corn! We used a mix of rye, triticale, and buckwheat on my field.
The cover crop will most likely be emerged before we even harvest the corn. This means my soil stays protected on the top from erosion from wind and rain AND it means that all the living organisms in my soil stay alive and well too.
Make sure and check out the Facebook page for a video of the plane applying cover crops!
Check back in a few weeks to see our harvest update and find out where the corn from #My60Acres will end up!
This morning I put on this shirt. A Brookfield Bulldogs shirt. Today is the Bell Game - when Brookfield plays their greatest rival the Marceline Tigers. A game that earned the title of "Best High School Football Rivalry" by USA Today.
As I did, I wondered, "Am I allowed to dawn blue and white today?" I wasn't born here, didn't even go to school here. I was born and raised six hours away by highway, worlds away by many other regards.
Are these colors, this pride, reserved for those with birthright?
When I came here, I never knew if this place would feel like home.
But since then, I've literally run thousands of miles on these city streets with women that are tough as nails, and love me with the unconditional love of family.
I've built a career on these back roads that wind these little towns together. A career that provides me more fulfillment than I could ever have gotten from the big city law firm I always thought I would work for.
I've married a man. A man who was born and raised here, a man who is devoted, hard working, faithful - because of this town.
We have made our family here, built a home and built a farm.
I've heard the narrative about small towns.
That they are dying, worn out, run down. But just like the narrative so often told about farming, it's not even close to the truth.
Since I've been here I've watched classes of graduating seniors go into the world and do amazing things. I've watched some of those same people be drawn right back here.
I've seen young people come home to start successful businesses, and continue long held family businesses.
I've watched the leadership of the Chamber of Commerce be graciously handed over to a young, excited and passionate group.
I've watched the mayor walk downtown with garage bags and gloves on, picking up trash to clean up Main Street.
My family is supported by devoted hospital and medical staff, a daycare staff that is second to none, a school system that has a proven track record of producing good human beings. All of these things are said to be in despair according to that narrative, yet they are alive and well here.
Very recently, I've witnessed this community wrap its arms around families who have lost loved ones too soon. The prayers for them so numerous and frequent, you can almost see them rising to the heavens.
I wasn't born here. I didn't walk those high school halls. And I've never actually rung the bell.
But like so many people who have discovered the pull of small town America, my pride in this town runs as pure and deep as any born here.
Now I know. I know this place is home.
So excuse me while I go cheer for my Brookfield Bulldogs.
Kate Lambert grew up in northern Illinois, not on a farm but active in FFA and showing livestock.
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