Stormy Times

Todd is in the field while I'm in the kitchen and hear a big BOOM from the basement. I go flying down the stairs to see what the hell happened and then quickly find a phone to call Todd and tell him that our pressure tank had exploded. That was at 5pm and we had a new tank installed by 9am the next morning, so we really didn't suffer all that much, if at all.  Being busy, Todd didn't do the best job of installing it off the start, but then the storm hit and oy! Rain, wind, and hail had us out and about over the next couple of days surveying the damage.  We were fairly lucky compared to some, and worse off compared to others. Near Ituna has nothing left to combine. Our oats are going to be a pain in the ass to get off, as they have been flattened. The canola shelled out some, though how much is difficult to say.

This was taken the evening of the storm. Everyone was out working on getting the swathed wheat off. Jared

and I went for a quick visit after his piano lesson to see Daddy O, and he asked Jared to drive the

quad over the big shed so Grandpa could have a ride back to the house at the end of the night.

That white look to the canola is bad. It means it has shelled out some, mostly on the

surface in this case.