Cotton Harvest, or What Happened to October and November

Whew!  Weber Farms has made it through another year! 

Harvest season was incredibly busy this year.  I'm not sure why it felt busier than usual, but this is the first one with us raising four children.  (Blame it on the baby!)  Picking cotton, digging and combining peanuts, cutting soybeans, shredding cotton stalks and planting winter wheat, all in fields near and far.  It was a whole lot of work, even with a hired hand.  Fortunately, I don't have the skill set required to operate heavy farm machinery, so I was free to run the household.  It's OK.  We all agree that I make a better cook, and Jason makes a better farmer. 

I took these pictures during one beautiful afternoon at the field by Uncle Calvin's house.  Because the operation was so close, I brought the kids and a cookie break on the golf cart. 

Jack lived in this muscle shirt this summer.  He would still be wearing it now, in December, had I not removed it from circulation.

We hung out with Jason as he finished packing a cotton module. 

This is our future farmer.  Jack's heart is full of tractors.  Seriously.  I just took him on our first ever mama/son date (he wanted Hardee's), and he talked about farm equipment while he ate French fries.  Yep, tractors and what it might take to convert his buddy Kaden into an Auburn fan.

 Henry loved the noise and action of the module builder.

This module was almost finished.  It takes about 4-5 dumps from the cotton picker's basket to fill it from the ground up, but each dump has to be stomped down by that hydraulic presser thingie to make room.  It's kind of like putting your t-shirts into your messy dresser drawer.

Jason unrolled the heavy tarp on top of the module, then Uncle Calvin drove the tractor and module builder away to reposition for the next module. 

Jason hitched a ride while he pulled the side of the tarp.  He makes this rough job look easy.

See, nuthin to it. 

Almost finished--just have to cinch the tarp strap and mark the module for Weber Farms!

Ahh..my favorite part!  Cotton graffiti. 

Owen had been getting a ride in the picker while his grandpa was operating it.  He has started building modules, under the tutelage of his daddy, and is pretty good at it!

We stayed long enough to watch the first dump into the next module. 

 And then it was time to go make supper and change a diaper.

Six Years Old!

Our kids are always happy when there is a birthday to celebrate. They are abundantly happy when there is a birthday amongst our own household! Owen turned the Big 6 on October 19.
The younger two and I took cupcakes into his class on his special day. Helen quickly figured out which classmates were which, as she has been salivating over every word of Owen's school descriptions since Day 1.

The birthday supper took place in the back of my truck, complete with the birthday banner and presents.Tailgate suppers are what happens when Daddy is playing in the dirt.Peanut harvest has most everyone wishing that their houses weren't downwind.
We celebrated with more family members later in the week, when I made Owen's cake. I had some cake batter testers in my kitchen to ensure all ingredients were properly measured.
The cakes had multiple tunnels in them. Can I blame my kids' involvement? That would be nice. Unfortunately, I don't need help to screw up a cake mix. Or Jell-O. All the same, I chose to decorate the cake after everyone under four feet tall was tucked into bed. The next morning brought a jealous admirer and an enthusiastic birthday boy.
We waited to place the dirt bike until we arrived at the party.

Happy Birthday, Owen! We love you.

The Forgettable Corn Harvest

Corn harvest came in the latter part of our extremely dry summer. Fortunately, Jason and his dad hadn't planted a huge percentage of their acreage in corn, although I did hear Jason say that one acre would have been too many.

The kids were disappointed that there weren't more combine rides, but we took advantage of the few times the stars aligned, when the combine was close by, the kids weren't napping, Jason was in the field and not hauling a load to the elevator, and mama was feeling agreeable about lugging three children to a hot, sticky and dirty cornfield.

Helen was overall delighted about getting a combine ride with grandpa, although at this moment, her two-year-old female self was obviously upset about some not-so-trivial matter such as having to wear the wrong shoes or an equally horrible offense.


Owen insisted on climbing up by himself, coating his hands and clothes with a dusty black film that can only be known as combine dirt.

While the older two were getting their combine fix, little Mr. Jack had his first official tractor ride.

He was silent, for once.

Jason's guidance system frees him from the trouble of having to actually drive the tractor. To compensate for this loss, he reads magazines and watches movies while on auto-steer. After his first day of this strenuous activity, he came home to his frazzled wife, who had had a really bad day with the kids. She wasn't too excited to hear about the fascinatingly neat article he had browsed. On this day, he wasn't using the auto-steer function, because he didn't have it set up properly and was otherwise occupied with our little bundle of joy.

But the grass, or in this case, the tractor, is always greener on the other side. Here's John Deere's latest cab innovation. I had to wipe his farmer drool off the page before I took the picture.

Jack is sippin' the farming Kool-Aid.

We were pulling the grain cart, and Jim unloaded the grain from the combine while continuing to combine. Quite an impressive feat, especially with two inquisitive grandchildren in the cab!

Jack is still mesmerized.

We headed back to the semi to unload. I'm always amazed by the wide view from a tractor cab.

I think we might have another generation of farming!

Corn Harvest

This year's corn crop is taking a while to harvest, because of frequent rainy days. It was a corn year for the field in front of our house, and when the combine came calling with its unmistakable thrum, the kids answered!
They were in awe, once again.They had to stand at a distance because of obvious safety reasons,and get called back to the right side of the fence.
Even Jack was pushing his limits!
Unfortunately it wasn't a good time for rides, so they had to be content with just watching. But more plentiful combine rides should be in store when the soybeans are ready! And judging by how much work it was for their mommy to keep all of them safe while watching, their daddy just might have to find room for all three at a time in the combine cab! Ha ha.

Peanut Harvest

Jason and his dad are finished with peanuts for this year!

Because peanuts grow underground, before they can be combined, they have to be dug up and turned over. Then they are left for a few days to allow the roots and vines to dry so the peanuts will separate from them easily. Unfortunately for y'all, I didn't get pictures of the digger. Just imagine a tractor moving very slowly in a linear fashion across a field.

This is the peanut combine. It's Owen's favorite piece of farm equipment. Unfortunately for him, it's a one-trick pony, and is only used once a year, but that doesn't stop him from talking about it year-round.

A close-up. Don't ask me how it works!

This is the nut cart that is used to transport peanuts from the combine to the truck. This is a huge timesaver, since the combine moves so slowly.

A peanut dump.

This is where your Jif comes from!

Another peanut dump in progress.

Get the scoop shovel ready! Bubba missed a little.Peanuts are dirty business! In the evening, the dirt from combining hangs in the air like fog, and is actually kind of pretty. All that pretty dirt will settle--right onto the clothes on your washline, through your screens and onto your furniture. Pretty, pretty dirt.

Some neighbors asked for some peanut hay for their cows. They picked up a bunch of missed peanuts too. She was roasting them in her oven.

A tailgate party. Tip I learned from Mom: pack a jug of warm, soapy water for washing up. She always did this for berry picking and picnics. Here I had used an empty 2-liter, just so you know we weren't washing our hands with Coke.

Jack the chick magnet.

And here's that ruggedly handsome farmer I've mentioned before. He might kill me for this picture, but I'll take the chance.