That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for November 12, 2024

/// Cross the newly plowed field strides A Sower.

This is winter wheat (grows a bit slower).

He will harvest the crop

with a sickle to chop

it down. (No one’s invented the mower.)

Someone advised Sven to sow his wild oats.

The thought brought joy to Steve’s heart: Miles of nothing as far as the eye can see, and it was all his.

The dog is the only one that can figure out that you plow and seed the same area of land.

The hitchhiking wasn’t working out.

You’re lucky, you just squat anywhere, there isn’t a bush for forty acres.

“♫♪ Green acres is the place for me… ♪♫

Ten bucks says he trips on the rock!

“Sorry, dude. I had to piddle somewhere, and it was you or the rock. And I’m saving the rock for later.”

The rocks in fields break plows. My dad welded many of farmers equipment. New England fences were built because there were so many rocks…

Plant the hops on the right and the barley on the left…

“Super-sow-mo and Instant-reap-play” is the best line ever! Great job Steve.

On his Wind Farm, Hosea planted his special ‘Wind’ seeds with the hope of eventually reaping ‘Whirlwinds’.

What distinction of being a Dane/

is a difficult one to attain/

For it plainly includes/

Many long interludes/

Of plodding the pluvious plain..///

“Pluvious” means pertaining to rain:

It’s usage is long on the wane/

It’s the kind of a word/

That is now seldom heard/

But may be returning again..///

Look dumb@$%, there’s a horse right over there; we don’t have to walk the 40 miles.

Who leaves a boulder that big in a plowed field?

“Ah! The first of our stone crop is starting to come in!”

A Sower: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Paintings of horse-drawn plows" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, and Brave search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found, and once there find the text string KMS753, and click its link for info and links that point to more info (perhaps best viewed using the Google Chrome or Mozilla Firefox browsers, which can automatically translate most webpages if necessary) about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting. 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3409 (November 12, 2024) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to the info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, first work by him used here.

♫ John Deere,

Oh, how I hate to write,

John Deere

Your crops are strickent with the blight

All your crops have surely died

Like your lawn, and what I fear

Is tonight, you’ll lose another,

John Deere. ♫

come june the harvest of MJ should come in nicely.

Johnson couldn’t shake the feeling that any crop called “Maui Wowie” wasn’t going to grow very well in these parts.

Finally, a day without much sexual innuendo or plain statements.