One thing about being a farmer's wife that is difficult is getting "me" time. And by me time, I don't mean a vacation in the tropics. I mean remembering to get enough water and electrolytes, prepping nourishing meals, rest, and having spiritual time. Late fall to early spring is not too bad. My husband is home early enough and I can get some time to run to the store by myself or time to think about what I need. But by late summer, caffeine becomes my medication, water is forgotten, and remembering what meals to fix goes away as well.
Three weeks into milo harvest, and we are only halfway through. My husband has taken my daughter to the field this morning so I can get some much needed rest. I have pushed my body too far and not listened to the warning signs. On the plus side, she is having lots of fun on the combine and getting some much needed daddy time.
Strong gusty winds laid a lot of the milo down making cutting possible only with a row head. Then, a rain of .65 came down a couple weeks ago and slowed the cutting down further.
This year's milo harvest has not been our finest. Breakdown after breakdown has caused major delays, service calls to the field, and one very expensive combine tire. Our combine is picking up fallen milo with a row head on it. However, the way the milo lays, makes cutting in only one direction possible. Parts are limited as John Deere stopped making it. The new combine tire is thicker and set higher. So there is a six inch difference between one side of the header and the other. And with the continual electrical problems, I don't see anyone inviting us to the prom. heheAnd the milo itself is showing effects from the drought. The first three fields of milo cut average yields of 14 bushels per acre. To grasp the gravity of that, 60 bu/acre is average, good is 80 to 90.Test weights were below 50 pounds per bushel. 56 is standard.Where the water ran through the draw this summer parts of that field are making i80 pounds per bushel, the rest of the field is making 14 bu/acre. It all depends on the rainfall.Just a few days later, the other combine tire has blown out. But hey at least the combine sits even now. Most of these tires have served us for over 25 years. So a brief thank you to them as we say goodbye. Not to be outdone, the bike trailer for Mia has two flat tires, so does her tricycle, one of our pick ups, two tires on the grain truck, and several on the water trailer. My my my it is an interesting fall harvest. Despite all the breakdowns, the wind, and the beautiful rain that came at an inconvenient time, we sure are grateful to have milo to cut.As I drive the grain truck down the highway, I watch the sunset. Combine lights come on all over north country. Semis roll down the road. The elevator stays open late. Hurry hurry hurry. Feels pretty darn good after the almost non existent wheat harvest this past summer.