Mychal Wilmes

Not long ago, you could keep up with the social goings on of your neighbors in the weekly newspaper. The nuggets of information are something lost now, according to columnist Mychal Wilmes.

Power lines, injections for cattle and other new things have brought consternation for farm and non-farm folks over the years. Mychal Wilmes reflects on his coverage of those moments.

It was a tough pill to swallow when hail struck and damaged most of the crop at the Wilmes' farm. Columnist Mychal Wilmes reflects on the moments leasing up to his father's death.

Mychal Wilmes recalls the effort it took his mother to preserve and serve food, even some of the food that she learned to prepare during the Great Depression.

When Mychal Wilmes reached in for feed for his lone milk cow, he never expected to find an opossum instead. The event was more awakening than three cups of coffee.

Mychal Wilmes recalls his time keeping fields free of weeds with multiple passes on the cultivator and the regrets of stealing and detonating a firecracker in the water tank.

Columnist Mychal Wilmes has his frustrations with a certain willow on the property, but shares his love of many other trees he remembers from his time on the farm.

Mychal Wilmes shares about run-ins with bulls in his life and the joys of agriculture.

Mychal Wilmes remembers mending fences with his father and what would happen if a fence came under disrepair. He also remembers what his mother taught him about being a good neighbor.

Two zucchini plants for a household of two has turned into a predicament of figuring out what to do with the abundance.