How Great The Yield From A Fertile Field

Random musings from an old farmer about life, agriculture, and faith

Thursday, February 16, 2023

Dirty Job

 We have a shower in the basement that is in a back corner.  You have to step over a sump hole to get to it.  All of the basement drains, sinks, wash machine, and shower flow into it before leaving the basement thru a tile line.  My dad built a platform over it for safety when us kids started showering.  When it rotted out fifteen or twenty years ago, I built a replacement for it.  This past year, it started getting spongy again, so I built a new one.  Over the years all the soap scum, dirt, grease, and grime that comes from the aforementioned sources settles to the bottom of the pit.  Each time I replace the cover, I plug my nose and put on long gloves and clean out the sludge.  I think I hauled four five-gallon buckets of sludge up the basement steps and outside before I was satisfied that I had the majority of it cleaned out.  Hopefully that will be the last time that I have to do that job!


The finished platform.



As I was backing the feed wagon into the corn crib this morning, a hawk flew out of the crib driveway.  We have lots of hawks around, but I think this is the first time I saw one come inside of a building.

I found an old mug in the shop office that I got from NAPA probably thirty years ago.  I read the sayings on it and was amused by them again.


Eat a live toad first thing in the morning, and nothing worse will happen to you the rest of the day!

If you think education is expensive, try ignorance.

You can observe a lot just by watching.

There are only two ways to handle women, and nobody knows either one of them.

The meek shall inherit the earth, but not the mineral rights.

Never go to a doctor whose house plants have died.

When you are in it up to your nose, keep your mouth shut!

Being in politics is like being a football coach.  You have to be smart enough to understand the game and dumb enough to think it is important.

An ugly carpet will last forever.

The lion and the calf will lie down together, but the calf won't get much sleep.

A verbal contract isn't worth the paper it's written on.

In a recent obituary of a Christian woman, it stated that she lived by the motto that she had posted on her refrigerator.  I thought it was well put.

Trust in his timing; Rely on his promise; Wait for his answer; Believe on his miracles; Rejoice in his goodness; Relax in his presence.


He will deliver his soul from going into the pit, and his life shall see the light.                                    Job 33:28