Hug a farmer now.
It rained in Fulton Township.
After the rain, the Tall Man discovered one-half an inch rain in our complementary Pork Producer’s rain gauge.
Unfortunately, the rest of the county didn’t fare as well as we did, and that leads me to today’s topic: Farmer hugging.
This week, I think we should all go out of our way to hug a farmer. They are, to put it politely, “attached to another object by an inclined plane, wrapped helically around an axis” (Extra points if you can source that quote).
As I noted in Sunday’s story about the economic impact of the drought, local crops are reaching the point of no return. Even if farmers have crop insurance, it won’t cover all of their losses.
Livestock and dairy operations are going to be hit hardest. Usually, such producers grow some of their own feed. If their crop fails, they’ll have to buy feed. And because of the widespread drought, the cost of corn is going to be comparable to the cost of caviar. I exaggerate, but only a little.
So this week, hug a farmer. Unless, of course, the farmer in question is super irritable. In that case, a pat on the back might be more appropriate.