The Christmas season has a feel. Springtime has a feel. You know, like Saturday or Sunday carry a certain vibe with them? I suppose every unique season or day has its own feel. Generally speaking, when I consider the feel that a time of year puts out, it’s mostly a good feel.

“I wasn’t sure whether Mary had got home yet,” a perplexed Leo said, then went on with, “I was down in my basement tinkering with one of my firearms and experienced the ultimate embarrassment of having an accidental discharge. I sat in silence, and when no sounds came from upstairs, I deduced that Mary wasn’t home yet."

“Our cows are only as productive as the feeds we produce for them.” There is nothing closer to the truth. Feeds and forages are the foundation for high-producing dairy rations and often determine our ability to achieve the optimal efficiency in milk production.

It’s been a pretty good stretch of time since I’ve had much to do with anything on the grade school level. It was a joyous day in the Marchant household when the last of our kids finished his last day at Oakley Elementary School.

Parma, Idaho – 1955. The first year since we’d moved there in 1952 that the spring frosts had missed our huge old apricot tree. It was so loaded Dad thought it might break down.