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Thursday, July 10, 2014

Alf's Cabin, then and now

Cutting hay today and as the tractor bounced through the depression that marked Alf Goff's cellar under the log cabin I thought of this old photo. Taken in the 1930s by his sister, Kate Hobetzeder, Alf stands at the door of his log cabin.

Sure was good to work in the cool and dust free cab watching all that grass pollen and mosquitos outside. Although I am feeling it a bit tonight. Is there more pollen than ever out there or am I just getting more sensitive to it?
Just finished spraying crops and chem fallow yesterday so now I can get at cutting hay. Late of course as everything is this year. Crops are surviving and some actually looking not too bad after all the excess rain. Although you'd have to drive a long way to see a good field of canola. Reports in today indicate there are at least two million acres of flooded crops in Southeast Sask. due to recent heavy rains.  According to what I read in  this news story maybe we are part of the problem?
Crop spraying was long, drawn out and stressful with more mud and water to drive through than I ever thought possible. I left some terrible ruts but never got stuck and the weeds are dying.
Spotted this moose cow and calf in one field of flax.


  1. You better figure out how to sell cattails!

  2. Too bad there is no market for them Gorges. We literally have acres of them.

  3. To quote Shelly:
    I met a traveller from an antique land
    Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
    Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
    Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
    And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
    Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
    Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
    The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
    And on the pedestal these words appear:
    "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
    Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
    Nothing beside remains: round the decay
    Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
    The lone and level sands stretch far away.

  4. And yet just about every part of the cattail is edible!

  5. Budde, I remember that one from high school lit class. MV, I might have to sample those cat tails one of these days.