Colorful

DeColores (the colors) is a Spanish chorus. It is used in Roman Catholic circles and talks about the colors in nature and in our lives.

As I was thinking about our past week, what we did, and what to share with you this morning, I was reminded that there is so much color in what we do and where we live.

Jan and I are blessed to live on a very colorful place. Jan does an unbelievable job on her flowers, her garden, her trees, and our yard.

This past week we worked hard to try and finish up projects as we think about getting ready for grandkids at the fair, a week of vacation, and our annual customer appreciation supper, all in the next five weeks. We'll keep you updated.

If you are going to help your Dad you have to get up early. Atali chooses her thumb and blankie for early morning wake up instead of coffee.

I'm hoping we are just about finished spraying. With this last dry spell in our weather the weeds aren't dying very fast.

Spraying is kind of like coloring. There is a monitor in the sprayer with a picture of the field that shows you where you have been.

If you don't color a spot in the field with the sprayer you will get in trouble because you will leave a strip of weeds. If you color outside the lines of the field you will get in trouble for killing something you are not supposed to.

This is Zach. Hey Grandma. I want to spray like Grandpa does. What can I kill? Hopefully not flowers.

Leave it to BJ to get innovative and come to the semi carrying two big bales in one trip.

The last hundred and some bales of that over ripe triticale I told you about a couple of weeks ago was sold to a coalmine reclamation project for mulch.

Some of you old timers are thinking, baling hay ain't near as hard as it used to be. Well you may be right however we still bale small square wire tie bales. Sometimes we use Grandpa's old stackhand to pick them up instead of a hayrack.

Last week Ezra caught a small fish and asked me if I would keep it so I just threw it in the compartment holder on the Ranger. Sometime later he asked me for a bucket for his fish. I was sure the little guy was dead but I found him an ice cream bucket which he put the fish in and set it on the dock. About ten minutes later we heard a splash, saw the little fish jump out of the bucket, flop across the dock, and back into the pond.

Karl caught a big fish. His friend Layton invited him to go along on a Case/IH tour to watch tractors get built and then some deep sea fishing in Lake Michigan.

Last evening Jan and I went to a dog show. No I didn't misspell hog show. I had a couple of nieces who had taken their dogs to obedience training and were showing the results of their training. Our dog Kinze sure could use some lessons.

What a colorful couple with their new and first grandbaby. Congratulations brother Bill and Julie. Michael, their adopted four year old is now an uncle.

Our Creator is the ultimate artist and enables and allows us to enjoy His handywork every day. Stay tuned. Fair time pictures, vacation pictures, and a customer appreciation supper invite hopefully coming soon to a computer near you. DeColores. Enjoy the colors around you.