Yes, it is indeed...

Very good guessing everyone! You ALL guessed correctly what the mystery picture was--our potatoes that are prepared to grow, already... I guess I'll have to find a harder picture to post next time. :)

It was a pretty usual Friday here... My dad hauled a load of organic grain to Casselton; my mom cleaned and cooked and did odd and end type jobs that don't get done during the rest of the week; Andrew worked on his grain cleaner and had to run to town for parts; Jacob did some schoolwork and helped around the house; and I helped clean and made tortillas for our chicken enchiladas and a crumb cake for dessert. Now we're all ready for a restful weekend!

Andrew read this joke to our family tonight and I thought I'd pass it along to bring a smile to your face too... Enjoy!

Elmer says, "First, I got tonsillitis, followed by appendicitis and pneumonia. After that I got erysipelas with hemachromatosis. Following that I got poliomyelitis and finally ended up with neuritis. Then they gave me hypodermics and inoculations."

Calvin says, "Boy, you had quite a time!"

Elmer replies, "I'll say! I thought I'd never pull through
that spelling test."

Good thinking...

If I had to name one thing that farmers have and use every day, (other than answering: a tractor!) I would say it is: common sense.

You have to think logically and clearly if you're going to be able to survive out here--with all the Goliaths of the land wanting to take over. Sometimes, you have to be quite resourceful to make things work--just temporarily, of course! My brother, Andrew, found this joke on-line the other day and I thought I'd share it with you now... I think you'll like it!

An engineer, a psychologist, and a theologian were hunting in the wilderness of northern Canada. Suddenly, the temperature dropped and a furious snowstorm was upon them. They came across an isolated cabin, far removed from any town. The hunters had heard that the locals in the area were quite hospitable, so they knocked on the door to ask permission to rest. No one answered their knocks, but they discovered the cabin was unlocked and they entered.It was a simple place -- two rooms with a minimum of furniture and household equipment. Nothing was unusual about the cabin except the stove. It was large, pot-bellied, and made of cast-iron. What was strange about it was its location: it was suspended in midair by wires attached to the ceiling beams."Fascinating," said the psychologist. "It is obvious that this lonely trapper, isolated from humanity, has elevated this stove so that he can curl up under it and vicariously experience a return to the womb.""Nonsense!" replied the engineer. "The man is practicing the laws of thermodynamics. By elevating his stove, he has discovered a way to distribute heat more evenly throughout the cabin.""With all due respect," interrupted the theologian, "I'm sure that hanging his stove from the ceiling has religious meaning. Fire LIFTED UP has been a religious symbol for centuries."The three debated the point for several hours without resolving the issue.When the trapper finally returned, they immediately asked him why he had hung his heavy pot-bellied stove from the ceiling.His answer was succinct. "Had plenty of wire, not much stove pipe."