• Curt Arens

    Summer on the Farm: Urbanites Can't Appreciate the Finer Things.

    Husker Home Place

     by Curt Arens
     on June 26, 2012

    File this under “random thoughts remotely connected to other random thoughts I had two weeks ago” OR “things I wish other people understood about farm life.” The other night as I was sitting in the bleachers in Wynot, watching both of my daughters’ Crofton teams play the Wynot girls, I couldn’t help but think about how fortunate we are to live where we do. A few farm residents complain that it takes too long to get to the nearest discount place or…

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    Along with Death and Taxes, Drought and Hail Were Certain

    Husker Home Place

     by Curt Arens
     on June 19, 2012

    This growing season reminds me more of my days growing up in the 1970s, than the last few fantastic growing seasons. In those days, the only sure thing about summer was hail and drought, often in the same week. During the 1970s, part of our farm experienced hail about 7 out of ten years. That means that we became quite astute at predicting hail losses before a crop adjuster ever arrived. We farm in what has traditionally been oats country in Nebraska, where the vast majority of oats has…

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    EPA Aerial Surveillance Brings New Meaning to "Fly Over States"

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     by Curt Arens
     on June 11, 2012

    I’m a Country music fan. From my days cultivating corn, listening to the radio from fender speakers on our old Farmall 706 tractor, I have always been able to relate to those tunes. Jason Aldean’s new hit song, “Fly Over States,” talks about the virtues of rural folks, the farmers who plant the seed. He talks about a couple of urbanites flying from New York to Los Angeles, chatting during their flight about the square corn fields and country roads below. They wonder…

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    Farm Turf Management Is Not My Thing

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     by Curt Arens
     on June 3, 2012

    I have never won a “best lawn” contest. I’m a tree guy. I like cottonwood, hackberry, oak, maple and walnut. I like the leaves above my head. My lawn is an afterthought. My wife mentions in dismay something about being thankful we live on a farm where we are the only ones that have to look at our lawn. It is neglected, by most suburban standards. My brother, who has spent a good share of his professional life in the lawn care business, gratefully keeps to himself when he…

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