This Week In Ag #159
A lot can happen in a week.
That’s an inspiring lesson from this Holy Week. Sitting in church yesterday got me thinking: the same can be said for life on the farm. In just one week:
Seeds of corn, wheat and soybeans sprout and emerge above the soil surface (given adequate soil conditions).
Apple trees effectively pollinate.
Roots of corn seedlings grow a foot deep.
Pigs put on 15 pounds.
Migrating butterflies can travel 700 miles, that includes stops to pollinate crops along the way.
Farmers will plant their entire corn crop (that’s their plan and what they set up to do).
A hen will lay a half-dozen eggs.
Corn will add two full leaves (during vegetative growth stages).
Determinate bean varieties can ripen all of their fruit.
Calves can be successfully weaned, using a fence line method where mothers can see their calves (that’s how we did it).
A single honeybee will pollinate over 35,000 flowers (now you know where the saying “busy as a bee” comes from!)
Faith, like farming, reminds us that so much can happen in just a week. Let’s remind ourselves this week to take the time to rejoice.
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