Happy New Year, dear readers! With the return of the sub-zero “feels like” temps, we’re seemingly far from the start of farming season. OK, so it’s going to be like 45 degrees today… BE THAT AS IT MAY. Like every first seed planting (hopefully) after the last frost, we renew our hopes for growth and the lack of poop smell in the air in 2019.
no, seriously, what’s that smell?
On an early November morning, on my way to Des Moines (not-so) International Airport for a trip to Charlotte, I remarked how it smelled like shit outside. Literal shit. At my house 20 minutes from the metro AND at the extended parking lot of the airport. I, indeed, checked my shoes (and my car tires) because how does that smell follow you? I’m no conspiracy theorist (but I play one on my social media!), but I suspected it was something with Waterworks.
It was merely the perfect (shit) storm of meteorological and farming events.
midwest shenanigans
I went home (read: Ohio) for Christmas and nobody served marshmallow salad. This is evidence #9281917 that Ohio is not the real midwest. Fight me.