First of all I apologize that I have not written a lot about agriculture or farm things as of late. My brain has been a tad bit preoccupied with my pending nuptials. I believe it’s called Wedding Brain.
Some curious minds may wonder why I planned a wedding in 3 months. I heard murmurings as to why but NO I am NOT pregnant.
Here is why:
1) I am a farmer. There is only about 4-5 months out the year we can get married. January is one of them. The other months are November, December, May, maybe February and maybe June. The last two are weather dependent. Any other month we have fertilizing, spraying, harvest, field work and planting.
Also, ever since I was a little kid my dad made a strict rule that we could not ever get married during harvest, so a summer wedding was immediately out.
On the farm we may have the usual winter projects & maintenance, but we also get married in the winter. My grandparents got married at the end of December, my parents and the end of November, my sister at the beginning of December and now me in January. All different years of course.
2) We also have to avoid hunting season.
3) I wanted a destination wedding. If I cannot get married in Oregon when it’s warm, then I am going where it’s warm. This was really the only time of the year that it was ideal and I could be gone for two weeks. Again see reason number 1.
4) I am impatient. I like to get things done, efficiently & timely. I don’t like to mess around with details. And if I do have to deal with details I don’t like to dwell on them for too long. He proposed so let’s get this thing done. Sure it caused a bit of hurry & stress in some (or a lot) aspects of my life. But honestly doesn’t that happen whether it’s 6 months or a year?
But for mostly reason #1 and #4 that’s why I planned a wedding in three months.
Again I am sorry for not posting more about agriculture. “Wedding Brain” is a serious condition.
However, here’s a video of our latest ditching machine. We have to make ditches in our fields so the water can run off. Otherwise many of our fields would be a giant mud puddle. We try to make ditches when things are dry but cannot always get to them before the rain.