Wait, there’s joy to be found in complaining?!

I’ve noticed recently a tendency of people in my community to do a lot of complaining. Nothing is off limits — leadership style, business decisions, house color — and it’s bringing everyone down. Even me. I like the optimistic side of life. I function better if I choose joy even if things are kinda crummy.Continue reading “Wait, there’s joy to be found in complaining?!”

‘Tis the season for silage harvest.

I’m grateful that Jeremy and I work together pretty darn well. I’ve tried to figure out what makes this happen, and I don’t know, really. Our dads have completely different styles. For the most part, we learned outdoor and mechanical work from our dads, although we are our own individuals and awfully independent (yes, sometimesContinue reading “‘Tis the season for silage harvest.”

Your feelings don’t matter — and that’s a good thing.

We finally got to leave for harvest recently. Like many harvesters, we saw the first part of our harvest run somewhat wrecked by weather conditions — drought last summer and fall, continued drought through the winter, the record-setting cold snap, a late freeze and then rain that started just in time to save some ofContinue reading “Your feelings don’t matter — and that’s a good thing.”

Great Plains, amen.

This Soils and Streams column first appeared in the June 8, 2019, issue of the Kearney Hub. Some places beautiful to me because they’re mine Geography interests me — it always has. I don’t know if this is true for all people who travel a lot as kids, but personally, I think that’s where myContinue reading “Great Plains, amen.”

I’m a harvest kid.

School’s out. Days are long. The air is hot and golden. My innate urge is to go somewhere and cut some wheat. My family has custom harvested for farmers since 1974. Summer, for me, is inseparable from wheat harvest — time to load the combines, get in the trucks and follow the wheat as itContinue reading “I’m a harvest kid.”