Future Priests of the Third Millennium

A little insight into the life of seminarians from various dioceses preparing for ministry as Roman Catholic priests, including daily activities, personal interests, special events, the spiritual life, news from the seminary, and almost whatever comes to our minds!

Sunday, July 06, 2008

The corn is knee high

Since I am what most people call a "city boy" I have been trying to pick up some lingo that farmers use to describe crop growth and how the cows are doing. I probably should have asked Deacon Tyler to help me out with this, but I decided to learn the hard way. I know that anything over 85 degree is corn growing weather. By the title of this post, I know that the corn is supposed to be knee high by the time the 4th of July hits. Some places around the northeast corner of the state got rained on pretty hard in early June and many farmers got their crops in later than usual because of too much moisture. Many people that I have met this summer either grew up on the farm or still farm. This summer has provided me a great oppurtunity to learn some lingo, but most of all to learn how to be with those who farm and sometimes have very difficult summers. St. Isidore, pray for us.


Jeremy said...


I feel your pain in your lack of complete rural-know-how. I am still working on learning the ins-and-outs of rural Minnesota.

-City Boy of the Diocese of Saint Cloud

Cathy_of_Alex said...

Anthony: I may be in your area visiting my family in a few weeks. I will try and stop by St. Lawrence for Mass and look you up. It depends upon my Grandma's health if I can make the drive that far for Mass of if I'll just go to Mass in Big Stone City or Wilmot instead (they are both closer).

When you start talking about bugs and fertilizer, I will know you have crossed over! LOL!

You are correct, the crops are WAY behind this year. We need to pray for our farmers. A lot of people are not going to have a crop this year.

Adoro te Devote said...

My family still owns a farm near Waseca and Waterville. Whenever we came to Minnesota, or even just in the summers we'd go visit and stay in the old farmhouse, run around between the fields, play in the barn...

But that also meant I grew up hearing about how my uncle worried, how he worked so hard. My cousin, their son, got married and they have their farm and also took over my uncle's farm as well. My aunt and uncle moved off the farm and into a local town, which saddens me since that part of my childhood is now gone. It's great it's all still in the family, but I'm sure my cousin's family is struggling; but what they do is so important to all of us. Without the efforts of people like them, none of us would ever eat.

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