I’m a small-town Kansas girl. Population 1200; wheat fields and milo as far as the eye could see. My high school had a nationally recognized FFA program and the school parking lot filled with farm trucks each morning. But I was a town kid, a…
I’m a small-town Kansas girl. Population 1200; wheat fields and milo as far as the eye could see. My high school had a nationally recognized FFA program and the school parking lot filled with farm trucks each morning. But I was a town kid, a…
We’re going on a ride along today. Basically, this means we’ll spend the day with an integrator who uses the Crystal Spring wet/dry feeder, driving around to various sites to visit their growers’ barns. (I see a number of white tyvek marshmallow suits in my…
Corn taller than knee-high turned to golden waves of wheat as we headed toward Kansas. I knew harvest had wrapped up at home so we stopped just north of the state line so I could take pictures. So beautiful. Kansas girl, through and through. Close…
Team Wastell enjoyed a day off with good friends – ladder ball, grilled brats and burgers, pretty sunsets, tasty beverages, and lots of fireworks. Great birthday party, America.
A pig’s tale in 4 parts. Part 1: Find an unsuspecting victim. In this case, my husband, who totally knows what’s about to go down. Part 2: Everything is more fun with a buddy! Sniff the boot. Part 3: Take a test nibble. Part 4:…
I met this little guy last week in Iowa. He was cute as can be, as most pigs under 60 pounds are, I think. Soon he lay his head on the slats. All tuckered out. It was a total “But Mom, I’m not tired!” moment….