Well, Payne Farms has officially launched our website with the purchase of advertising. We are trying to get our new sign made as well. We are excited about meeting people through this venture. Well, the wheat has certainly grown up as of this writing. Most of it is headed out. However, we need moisture badly. Hopefully some is coming on Thursday. We have been in the process of leasing a combine from our new friend Phil Blahut. He and his crew of 4 will be our harvest guests this coming June. Phil and crew come with a 2005 R75 Gleaner Combine. Well, I'm starting to get the harvest bug. Talk to you soon.
Rick
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Maxton's Rain Guage says.......
2009 Tally:
December 7 total rainfall .05 inches of ice!
September 25 total rainfall .38 inches!
September 14 total rainfall 3 inches!
August 8,9,10 total rainfall 6.5 inches!
July 21 total rainfall .3 inches!
July 20 total rainfall .65 inches
June 28 total rainfall .7 inches!
June 10 total rainfall .5 inches!
June 2 total rainfall .6 inches
March 27 total rainfall .4 inches! (rain, hail, ice & snow)
February 8 total rainfall .2 inches!
January 26-7 total rainfall .2 inches! (ice)
wow...wettest August on record, now 2009 has started out with the third driest 2 month period on record. What a way to begin the winter season! Chance of moisture (snow) next week!
May 6-8 total rainfall 3.0 inches!
May 15 total rainfall 0.3 inches!
July 28 total rainfall 0.15 inches!
August 11 total rainfall 2.5 inches!
August 18 total rainfall 0.2 inches!
August 19 total rainfall 1.3 inches!
August 25 total rainfall 0.1 inches!
August 31 total rainfall 0.2 inches!
(August has set the record for wettest in history in Oklahoma City)
September 3 total rainfall 0.1 inches!
September 12 total rainfall 1.6 inches!
September 13 total rainfall 1.35 inches!
September 14 total rainfall 1.05 inches!
October 2 total rainfall .15 inches!
October 5 total rainfall 1.3 inches!
October 13 total rainfall .5 inches!
November 10 total rainfall .3 inches!
December 9 total rainfall ..1 inches!
December 22 total rainfall 1.1 inches!
When the Frost is on the Punkin
by James Whitcomb Riley. 1853–1916
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then the time a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries—kindo' lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover overhead!—
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yaller heaps;
And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With theyr mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage too!...
I don't know how to tell it—but ef such a thing could be
As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me—
I'd want to 'commodate 'em—all the whole-indurin' flock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then the time a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries—kindo' lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover overhead!—
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yaller heaps;
And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With theyr mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage too!...
I don't know how to tell it—but ef such a thing could be
As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me—
I'd want to 'commodate 'em—all the whole-indurin' flock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
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