It’s that time of year in the Faber household where the calendar turned over to November and Mrs. Faber and the three girls decided that it’s time for Christmas.

In the early 17th century, the country of England dictated limits on expression of freedom and worship. Those that didn’t submit were jailed, punished and even put to death.

Beyond Meat, that company that makes fake meat, is in need of some serious veterinarian care. The stock price has gone from $181 a share to less than $3, and they are hemorrhaging cash faster than a dairy with $13 milk and $400 corn.

The smell of pumpkin spice lattes, chopped corn silage and the last manure application of the year hang heavy in the air. It’s my favorite time of year.

It’s that time of year again – the geese are flying south for the winter, the corn has been harvested, SEC football teams are dominating, and it's time for World Dairy Expo (WDE).

It was the moment many parents who have daughters fear. My daughter sat me down and said, “We need to talk.”

It’s that time of year where Mrs. Faber has successfully kept the kids safe through another summer, and they are back in school for another year of higher institutional learning.

I’ve always thought that the saying “Dog days of summer” came from our dog who in the heat will be sprawled out under a tree or under the porch where not even the evilest of Amazon delivery trucks can get her to move. 

Corn was waist high in the Pacific Northwest on July 4, when I sent my 8-year-old out to the measure. We already had a few hot days in June, upward of 80 degrees. And before you laugh, that’s hot for us.

It’s summertime in the Pacific Northwest, and the three Faber girls have convinced Dad that it’s time to get rid of the rusty old cow trough I call a swimming pool.