Tuesday, April 21, 2026

Fire bug!

         Much of my grassland, about which I often write, is in a Federal Government program called the Conservation Reserve Program (CRP).  Contracts are offered for ten or fifteen years. Participants agree to a number of things:  plant native grasses, control noxious weeds, do not plow or mow, the exception is in drought years haying is permitted, and do a mid-term restoration process. The choices of restoration methods are light discing, haying or burning. It's mid-term in one of my contracts, thus the following.

     Of the three restoration methods, burning is most effective. The primary desired grasses are native, late summer varieties. Before the advent of the plow frequent prairie fires swept the plains. So, a controlled burn, replicates the effect of prairie fires. Controlled, meaning only the field in question is burned.

     Today we burned a twenty-five acre CRP field. It went well, burning the grass but nothing else. To ensure this control I disced a fire break around the perimeter. USDA, administers the CRP program. Before burning they required I completed a compressive Burn Plan. Permission to burn from the local fire chief was necessary because there is a county burn bane in place. It was also necessary to inform the Brookings County Sheriff.

    One of the positive effects of burning is inhibiting invasive grasses that tend to take over. One of those grasses is smooth brome. The fire helpfully burns off the thatch that's accumulated over the years. It also consumes thistle seed that's blown in.

   Key players in the project today were two representative from Pheasants Forever, who supplied the 'know how' and significant physical help. Also, my nephew and my Sinai friend were invaluable. They both brought ATVs with water tanks for spraying hot spots. Were Pheasants Forever personnel not available I would have hired the local fire department.

Takk for alt,

Al

The pictures show before, during and after.



Monday, April 20, 2026

Half Day Man!

     Very few of the tasks here are urgent. Consequently, I've developed a pattern of working? half days. Being in a pattern of arising at 6:00, working is typically in the morning. That allows for an afternoon nap, because I believe you aren't likely to sleep well at night if you don't practice in the daytime. That practice, plus a clean conscience, are helpful for night time slumber.

    With temperatures in the 20s this morning it wasn't tractor weather.  By mid-afternoon the temperature was 70 so I did some late afternoon tillage. It was 7:00 pm by the time I finished and got back to the house.   Why am I tired?

Takk for alt,

Al

Sunday, April 19, 2026

Fortunate!

         The man's cap said "Marines".  It also said "Vietnam."  Ed and I were fortunate. By accident of birth we were too young to fight in the Korean conflict. By that same accident of birth we were too young, barely, to be sent to Vietnam. Ed, with a year left of  duty after my discharge, did honor duty accompanying the bodies of Marines killed in Vietnam to their families.

       Neither conflict would have been easy. In Korea the Marines were engaged with the Chinese in the frozen north thanks to General MacArthur's stupidity. Duty at the "Frozen Chosen" would have been horrific. Even as a young person I didn't like cold and the thought of combat duty in extreme cold gives me the shivers.

     Would duty in the tropical heat and mud of Vietnam been any better?  Our accident of birth allowed us escape of both conflicts. Too young for Korea and too old for Vietnam. Thankfully, we escaped both.

Takk for alt,

Al

This picture of me sitting on my bunk shows how little space there was between them. The ropes were threaded through gromets on canvas and then around aluminum tubing which formed the perimeter of the bed. It was actually quite comfortable. My M-1 rifle is hanging beside me. It was issued to me after boot camp and I kept it until we left Okinawa for the States and my discharge. You ask: "Why are you wearing tennis shoes?"  It was the Battalion Commander's idea to go easy on the surface of the ship's deck. It amused the sailors. Admire my nice haircut.















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Saturday, April 18, 2026

Blow Down!

      That's a first!  With 25 nesting boxes to supervise, mostly the problem is wrens stuffing them with twigs to eliminate competition. Cattle have knocked down a couple. This time it was the wind blowing down the dead tree on which the box was mounted. Fortunately the tree fell box side up so it wasn't damaged. Now it's placed on a live tree so little chance of it falling. It wasn't occupied so now it's ready for a migrant.

      The few minutes I spent in the grassland exposed to the wind was sufficient. Twenty nine degrees with a plus 20mph wind makes me uncomfortable very quickly. Do what needs to be done and quickly retreat to the truck.

Takk for alt,

Al


Asked if I cook I reply, "I don't cook, I prepare meals."  This is an example. The entree, in this case a Cornish Game Hen, is done in the air fryer. Frozen vegetables are done in the microwave. Spinach salad with blue cheese dressing completes the mean. 


Friday, April 17, 2026

It happened!

       As the weatherman predicted the temperature swung. It was 70 degrees at bedtime and 39 at breakfast. Not that it changes anything, but I much prefer hot to cold. Then there was Joanne going out in sub-zero weather wearing a wind-breaker.

     Convening the family for dinner, there were eight of us tonight. As the convenor I choose the time and place. It turns out that none had been at tonight's venue since last November when I last convened them. Though I suggested others could convene there were no takers. It's not difficult, I just group text, time and place, they RSVP and I call in a reservation.

Takk for alt,

Al

1954 Austin Healy, 100...it would be fun to have again.


Thursday, April 16, 2026

Temperature Swing.

       The temperature today is 82. The predicted daytime high tomorrow is 42. We live too far from the moderating effect  of the ocean.

    Realizing the high temperature tomorrow I opted from some tillage work today. Operating an open station tractor in cold weather is not on my list of desired activities. The 25mph wind with gusts to 35, was bad enough, but cold??? forget it. So, I worked until there was equipment failure. L asked "Why do you have so many break downs?"  "Well, all my equipment is 50 years old, or older."   

    Filled my truck with gas today. The total? 101.33$   It could have been worse because it was 3.40$ per gallon. That's the lowest price I've seen in awhile.

Takk for alt,

Al

Saw a version of this in Marine Boot Camp

 


Wednesday, April 15, 2026

Field Work!

     The warm dry weather, 70 something, made ideal conditions for chopping the cornstalks in my fields. There was much left-over corn in one field. Deer nose under the corn husks and feed on the corn as far as they can reach. On longer ears there are a few rows of kernels beyond their reach. Chopping the stalks shatters the kernels and spreads them on the ground. Now, birds and deer will feed on the shelled corn, and the occasional full ear.

   Wildlife feasting on this corn is helpful to me. If the kernels were tilled into the soil, in the process of planting the new crop, their germination would be problematic for the planted corn. Corn does not like to be crowded so their presence would inhibit the growth of the corn which was planted.

  One field had a significant amount of left-over corn. The ground was yellow with corn kernels. The other field  had none. This is the field that was grazed by the geese last summer. My effort there was essentially recreational chopping. South Dakota Fish and Wildlife personnel will fence the geese out this year.

Takk for alt,

Al



Ye olde stalk chopper!

Tuesday, April 14, 2026

Wildlife News.

   "Ladybug, ladybug fly away home,

Your house is on fire and your children are gone,
All except one, and her name is Ann,
And she hid under the baking pan."   1744

   The Little House has been a winter refuge for many ladybugs and a few boxelder bugs. Their presence is a clue that the house is not air tight. Mostly I just move these harmless critters aside. When the temperature reached the 70s I scooped up 40? and transferred them outside. While insects may not have feelings it appeared to me that they flew happily away. Harmless, they just wanted a warm place to wait out the winter.

   The pond across the street from the house has been dry since last fall. Drought, you know. In spite of that the frogs are signing. They must have emerged from the ground to sing their spring song.

Takk for alt,

Al
 
The pond across the street when there was water.

Monday, April 13, 2026

Christmas in April.

      A few years ago I posted a few bluebird houses. Gradually the number of houses has expanded so that they number about 25 now.  Never has a bluebird been spotted near them. However, they have proved very popular with tree swallows. That's fine, because the swallows also need nesting space. Sella gave me two, nicely decorated, for Christmas. Today I placed them on posts.

    After mounting the first one on a pasture post I moved on to do the second. Near the post I planned to use there was a battalion of invasive cedars. Before mounting the box I spent an hour cutting the cedars. With that task complete I mounted the second box. As I was leaving the pasture there were several swallows flying around the first box. None of the boxes a quarter of a mile north had any birds. This leads me to believe that these swallows had just arrived. 

   Occasionally cattle will knock a box down, it's happened twice. Wrens are a bigger problem. They are so territorial that they will stuff boxes full of twigs to deny their use by other birds. Last summer, in one line of eight boxes, six were filled with twigs. That's disappointing because it denies other birds their use. 

  While I was doing these tasks a meadow lark was serenading me. A flock of pelicans flew over, newly arrived back from wintering in the south. Both the lark and the pelicans made me glad. 

Takk for alt,

Al

If you look carefully as this newly posted box you can read "Sella Rocks" at the top.
A box that wrens have stuffed full of twigs.


You go. Earl!

 


Sunday, April 12, 2026

Joanne Elizabeth (Hanson) Negstad, April 1, 1936-April 12, 2018

      When asked if it seems like eight years since Joanne died I responded, "I don't know what it feels like."  What does eight years feel like?  It's been long enough that it feels normal to be single. Naturally the anniversary of her death triggers grief.  This morning at 7:00 I visited her grave. One of the gifts of being resident at The Little House is its proximity to the cemetery, which I've visited several times this week.

    Naturally I reflect  on her last day. After relieving the night nurse at 6:00am, I asked Joanne, "What's special about April 12?" She shrugged her shoulders. Three and a half hours later she died, surrounded by her family. The night previous was the only time she didn't get through all her mail. One day she received 53 cards! There were visits, phone calls and emails. Her gradual death was a huge, gift allowing her to bask in the accolades, many of which were a total surprise to her. 

   Frequently I've described my grief experience as moving from a knife in the ribs at first, to the present dull ache. Knowing what she's missing, especially with her granddaughters, is always accompanied by grief.   

   When grief strikes I try to focus on the important gift of 53 years of marriage to her. Gifted, faithful, accomplished, compassionate, kind and loving she lived a very productive life. It was my great good fortune to be her companion on the way. Rest in peace Joanne, good and faithful servant.

Takk for alt,

Al

Joanne modeling the dress she wore for Lars' and Melissa's wedding.     













































  

Saturday, April 11, 2026

California Beach!

       

   As reported in the blog yesterday, Borovika's assessment of my painting ability, or lack thereof, dissuaded me from doing more painting. Perhaps my next painting episode was many years later. It came when I accompanied a youth mission trip to California.

    After some very successful fund raising a mission trip to California was arranged. Flying to San Francisco on Friday the plan was to sight see the city Saturday and Sunday. In two rented vans we toured the City. Monday we drove to the Sacramento Valley and connected with Youth Works, who organized the work detail.

    The group to which I was assigned were tasked with painting an elderly woman's house. In the process of painting it became clear we needed a ladder. The woman, whose house we were painting, said there was one in her shed. Then she said, "Be very careful, because there many black widow spiders in there." Sure enough the inside of the shed was festooned with spiderwebs, each one hosting a black widow spider.

   The most interesting part of this trip happened in San Francesco. While we were visiting Fisherman's Warf, the youth said "We can't be in California without going to the beach."  Consultation of the maps showed a beach not far away. Off we went and the youth quickly exited the vans to wade in the surf. Two girls headed down the beach to get a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge. Quickly returning they said, "You don't want to go down there." Mary, a chaperon, went to investigate and returned to report that we were at a nude beach.

    This was on Saturday afternoon and before cell phones. On their calls home that evening the youth reported the adventure. When my wife went to church the next morning, back in Minnesota, she was greeted with, "Pastor Al took the kids to a nude beach!"  So, I now have that on my resume`.😀

Takk for alt,

Al



    


Friday, April 10, 2026

Spring Tasks!

      There are number of small tasks to do upon returning to SDak. in the sprig.  Some of them reverse what was done in the fall.  To avoid weathering over winter, I put my implement trailer in the garage. It blocks access to two tractors so garaging it waits till late fall. Soon I'll take it out and it will remain outside until fall. Before removing I waterproof the deck. That was today's task.

    While doing the waterproofing a memory suggested itself.  Serving my Marine enlistment I was stationed for a time at Camp Pendleton in southern California. Ed and I were office clerks (secretaries) in a rifle company. He was the typist and I the file clerk. Sgt. Borovika was the office manager, married and living off base.  When he rented a new apartment in town he recruited Ed and I, and perhaps another, to help paint the newly rented apartment. 

     At the apartment I was dutifully painting a bedroom. While I was painting Borovika approached, and watched me paint for a few minutes. After observing me a couple of minutes he said, "Al, why don't you go buy the beer." 😀 Such was his opinion of my painting skill.

      Borovika transported us to the painting site in his Corvair. That's the car later made famous as "unsafe at any speed." Driving down Coast Highway 101, it was a four lane highway with traffic only separated by a painted white strips. Borovika was driving 60 mph+ in the center lane. Immediately in front of us an approaching bus crossed the center lines toward us in our lane and swerved back to its side a few feet in front of us. This was 1961 or 62, so we had no seat belts.

    Back to my day's task. When the original trailer deck began to fail I added a layer of three quarter inch, marine (appropriate right?) plywood over the original floor. That is what I was treating today with waterproofing. The Lowe's salesman convinced me to buy a better product than what I'd previously used. The previous product needed to be applied annually. The new one is good for 5 to 10 years. When told that I said to the salesman, "Imagine how old I'll be then!" 😉

Takk for alt,

Al

The trailer awaiting waterproofing.





























Thursday, April 9, 2026

Pray for rain!

       Perhaps this is a repeat. "During a prolonged drought a local church scheduled a meeting to pray for rain. When the prayers gathered, only one man brought an umbrella." 😀

     The South Dakota drought map, see below, indicated that Brookings County, home to The Little House, is in severe drought. UFFDA!  There was very little snow locally this winter and no rains this spring. So, added to the farmer's woes of low commodity prices, high fuel and fertilizer costs, there's another worry. Shades of my childhood when it seemed every summer we were anxiously waiting for rain.

     Kaia, with her fresh haircut, to avoid being a  burr magnet, is living the good life running in the fields. She flushed a rooster pheasant near the cemetery this morning. Doesn't get any better than that for her. 

Takk for alt,

Al


Brookings county is on the east edge, the 4th county down.

Wednesday, April 8, 2026

Good News! Bad News!

     Last fall, shortly before Thanksgiving, I parked my truck in the shop for the winter. Today it started immediately! That's the good news. When it was parked it had only a quarter of a tank of gas. That's the bad news. At today's gas prices it will cost $110. to fill the tank. 😝 Well, that's the price of a hobby farm.

   When the local banker was queried about farmer stress he replied that most farmers had contracted earlier for fuel and fertilizer.  So, for this year, they  may be OK. Farmers who have cattle are fortunate because beef prices remain elevated...bought hamburger lately?

   Some of my land is in the Conservation Reserve Program, (CRP). This is government program to conserve land by planting grass and keeping it out of crop production. The contract specifies that at mid-term of the contract, ten contract year in my case, a maintenance process is to be done. Consequently, I was planning a controlled burn. With no snow this winter, and no rain this spring, it is so dry that there is a county wide burning ban in effect! Better luck next year.  

   Why does Kaia's fur relate to a thermostat?  Kaia is a springer spaniel, noted as a long haired breed. Her last haircut was in October. Consequently, since early January she's been fully furred. For her comfort the thermostat has been lower than my comfort zone. With her grooming today I can turn up the thermostat!

Takk for alt,

Al

Soon I'll be wandering this grassland to eliminate invasive cedars.


Tuesday, April 7, 2026

Where's Al?

      Perhaps a "Where's Al?" app should begin, similar to "Where's Waldo?"   I get phone calls, "Where are you?"  Not being able to resist I answer, "Here?"  "Where is that?!"  "Here, where I am."  You get the drift... 

     Enough of that!  Kaia and I are in The Little House, arriving this morning. The best route out of the city for me is Highway 62. It's a four lane artery that is often congested. Leaving at 6:00 am this morning, traffic was moving at posted speeds, or higher with no congestion. 

    Kaia met her vet appointment in Brookings, and much to her chagrin, got her annual shots. Weighing in at 49lbs, ten years old, she's healthy and hasn't slowed down much.  Now she'll live the good life of running the fields, after the confinement of an OFH apartment. But, first she'll get a grooming in the morning. With her long hair she'd quickly overheat and be a burr magnet. The groomer is exceptionally quick doing a complete field cut in twenty minutes!

Takk for alt,

Al

Friendly neighbor installing a new storm door on The Little House.


Monday, April 6, 2026

Wrong!

        As the bearer of a bit of macular degeneration I'm on a six month rotation of eye exams. The good news is that today's exam revealed healthy eyes and no advance of the m.d. Equipped with a new prescription for glasses I stopped at the V.A. to order glasses. Last time I did this I walked in with no wait. Not so today. The queue lasted and hour. While waiting I kept repeating to myself, "the wait is worth it for new glasses free." After all, what's an hour in a retiree's life. In two weeks, or so, the glasses will arrive by mail. So far so good!

      Then is was off to COSTCO.  In my imagination the Monday after Easter would be quiet at that super store! WRONG!! It was the busiest I'd experienced, but, not much of problem because it's huge and prepared to handle crowds. The big disappointment came in the frozen vegetable aisle. Five pound bags of  frozen peas and mixed vegetables in my freezer keeps me eating healthily. Alternating between the two bags, I get vegetables in my diet daily. But, THERE WERE NO FROZEN PEAS!. Uffda. I'd rather have gotten peas and not the mixed. 

    This what passes for excitement in my life!

Takk for alt,

Al

The women in this picture have all died, leaving behind three brother's-in law.


Sunday, April 5, 2026

HAPPY EASTER!

     How can you tell it's Easter Sunday?  One clue was when the pastor announced, "Ushers, there is seating available in the front row." 😁My proclivity for arriving early is appreciated by the family when I've saved a pew.

    Easter Dinner with family reminds me of my privileged position as the family old guy. What a nice perk to just show up, enjoy the family and a delicious meal. Totally grateful for such a blessing.

Takk for alt,

Al

Saturday, April 4, 2026

Book...

   Norwegian author Knut Hamsun, 1859-1952, was the one who pioneered stream of consciousness novels. He received the Nobel Prize for literature in 1920. Now,  Norwegian author, Ingvild Rishoi, follows in Hamsun's tradition.

   She's much acclaimed for her novel, Brightly Shining. But, it's her book of three short stories about which I write. Winter Stories, published in 1914 and translated into English in 2019. The protagonists in these stories, as is true in Hamsun's books, are struggling. A blurb on the book jackets mention that it "contains the right combination of hardship and hope. Struggle is a given with surprising turns of unexpected goodness. Rishoi creates sympathetic characters living on the fringe of society. One more author in Norway's robust literary life.

Takk for alt,

Al

  


Friday, April 3, 2026

Side Benefit!

      Perhaps both of my readers have tumbled to the idea that there are benefits to being an inmate of the OFH. Yes, there are!  Today it was the perk of an in-house, Good Friday Service. That was offered at 10:00 this morning. Afterwards four of use adjourned to the bistro for an early lunch.

   There is a side benefit to the morning Good Friday Service. Tonight four NCAA women's teams are playing in the Final Four at the time of many Good Friday services.  UConn will play South Caroline in the first game, which begins at 6:00 local time. At 8:30 UCLA will play Texas. That may make me violate my usual bed time! These should be classic and any team could emerge a winner. The winners tonight play for the championship Sunday.

Takk for alt,

Al

The church of The Spilled Blood, St Petersburg, Russia.  Is this random enough?😀


Thursday, April 2, 2026

Convenient!

      The family is returning today from University visits in Chicago and Milwaukee. The pick-up at Union Depot is scheduled for 6:41 and the train left Milwaukee on time so likely will not be late. The Maundy Thursday Service at church begins at 7:00, so the time conflicts for me. Conveniently, the OFH Maundy Thursday Service was held this morning at 10:00, which I attended. 

   The Service time allowed for lunch in the bistro with Tom and Anita. Tom's a soup aficionado and the bistro always has two soup choices. A bowl of soup costs $4.00. Thursday is 'pizza by the slice day' and slices are $2.00, so, being a big spender, I had two. Anita said her chicken salad sandwich was excellent. The bistro is open 11:00-2:30, Monday-Friday. The dining room lunch special is also available in the bistro, minus the starter and dessert, for $9:00. A number of other offerings are also available.

   The food service of the OFH contributes much to my satisfaction living here. Every morning there's a continental breakfast in the bistro, the price of which is included in our rent. The dining room is open for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It's a service that I often use to entertain family and friends. When I compare notes with inmates of other OFHs, they report that their dining facilities have minimal hours. With the exception of the continental brekfast all food charges are ala carte, which is helpful to me because I'm often away.

   If you're considering a move to an OFH be sure to check out the food service.

Takk for alt,

Al

Dinner last in the OFH. The woman to the viewer's left is MonaMae, who is 102.


Wednesday, April 1, 2026

Joanne Elizabeth (Hanson) Negstad; April 1, 1936-April 12, 2018

     While milestones. like Joanne's birthday, always come with some grief, grief ameliorates over time. Memories of her last birthday celebration are forefront. Joanne loved birthdays and in 2018, April 1, was Easter Sunday. That leads to the story I've often told. At the Easter Service, our congregation, sang happy birthday to her. Seeing the video of the congregation singing she remarked, "I never knew dying could be so glorious." Twelve days later she died. 

   It was on that day, Easter and birthday, she ate at table, for the last time. Subsequently, she was too weak to come to the table. What little she ate, she ate in her hospital bed.

  To a friend's query, "Does it feel like eight years?"  I responded, "I don't know what it feels like." At some point being single began to feel normal. Given her medical difficulties, aside from the fatal cancer, she would have struggled to live alone. Both physically and psychologically, introvert you know, I was better equipped to live alone.

   Every day I miss her and I talk to her pictures around the apratment. Grief is most poignant for me seeing our granddaughters grow and mature, knowing what she's missing. She took total delight in them. Many times, putting them to bed, I'd read to Evy and she to Sella. "Grandma I want seven books."

  She was wonderful wife, mother and grandmother. She accomplished much in her professional career. Rest in peace, good and faithful servant.

Takk for alt,

Al

April 1, 2018, the family at the Easter/birthday dinner, Joanne's last meal at the table/