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Field of dreamsSabbath eve, July 17, 2009 The sun continued to bake the countryside in South Texas this week. Temperatures reached 105 degrees today at Belmont; today’s temperatures were similar to the previous six. But this evening, right before sundown, a gust of wind and a cloud blew by, leaving a quarter of an inch of rain in its wake. A quarter of an inch is not agriculturally significant, but it felt wonderful compared to what we’ve had of late. San Antonio reports that they’ve had 80 water main breaks in the last week, 1000 for the year. The ground is dry so deep that it’s cracking and breaking the lines. The city is under stage two water restrictions, on the verge of stage 3, (which has never happened to date), but SAWS may be losing more water from these busted lines than they’re conserving with restrictions. We harvested a dry-land field of milo at our ranch near Gonzales. The yield was decent considering the lack of rain—4,100 pounds to the acre—testament to the quality of that bottom land field. The scary part is this—we found no buyer for the grain (we did sell one truck load to a feedlot—the rest went into storage). Things are so bad around Seguin that virtually no one has milo to sell; hence the apparatus usually in place to handle the crop did not materialize this year. It feels good to make a crop, despite the fact it’s not worth much. Most farmers planted insurance (actually they planted corn knowing they probably would not make a crop). Quintin Holtz, a farmer friend of mine from Seguin also planted milo under irrigation and cotton on his dryland fields. He’ll make no more money than the rest—in fact he may make less—but at least he tried to produce something. I commend him for this. It disgusts me to hear farmers bitch about all the people on welfare when they also are so dependant on and willing to take government dole. Last week the auction at Gonzales handled 2,900 head. The sale began at 10 am Saturday and ran until 4 am Sunday morning. Many of the animals were cows and just about all of them, bred or not, went to slaughter. Prices for cows were in the 30 cent range (30 cents a pound). Most ranchers sold simply because their pastures have burned up and they can’t afford to buy feed. I am told that due to poor milk prices, dairy cows are being slaughtered en masse, and that soon the price of slaughter cows could fall even farther—to perhaps as cheap as 10 cents a pound. The mainstream narrative says our economy is on its way to recovery, but this doesn’t reconcile with what I see in my world. Granted, I live in Texas and that’s a long way from Wall Street, but people continue to lose jobs, businesses continue to fold and cut back on hours, wages and benefits, and everyone I talk to has lost confidence in the direction we’re headed. If you have something to sell, it’s not worth anything—yet the things we need to produce goods are hard to come by and expensive when found. We prepared about twenty acres of irrigatable land for a fall crop of blackeyed peas. This is not enough acreage to justify combining (I don’t have my own machine) and it’s way too much acreage to hand pick—or at least it would have been in times past—the labor supply to do this work just wasn’t available. But a steady stream of people come by looking for work; more than a few have said they will pick peas rather than sit at the house doing nothing. We shall see, I guess. I consider this my version of a field of dreams—plant the seed and they will come. Only my field of dreams will seem a whole lot more like hell than heaven if you’re in it. At least we’ll have something to eat. Those are green shoots I can believe in. Don July 17, 2009 - 10:54pm
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