A Farmer's Frustration...

One of the reasons we come back to the ranch in eastern Washington every spring is so that Forry can take care of the weeds on the land in the CRP (Conservation Reserve Program) as well as the non-farmable land in the coulee. While the rest of the land is leased out and the tenant takes care of it, Forry is responsible to make sure that the noxious weeds are sprayed on the CRP stuff.






It would probably take no more than a week or two to take care of the spraying if he could spray every day. But the one thing he CANNOT do, is spray when the wind blows. And it seems like it has been windy more than half the days we have been here.



This morning the air was very quiet and Forry got up early to spray. I heard the four-wheeler leave, but a few moments later -- just as I had gone back to sleep -- I heard it come back. Seems the pump on his sprayer had quit working...!











He took it all apart this afternoon to see if he could figure out why it quit working, but wasn't able to see anything wrong. I guess we be picking up a new one when we go up to Spokane on Monday for my doctor's appointment!





(I spent a very quiet day today. I think the swelling in my leg has diminished quite a bit...)