Chris Hardie

Bit by bit, the smaller homestead farms disappear a little more each year as houses and buildings are torn down or left to decay. But if you look closely while driving through farm country you can still spot one legacy of farming that still exists in many places — the treasure troves that some may call junkyards.

Severe weather goes part and parcel with summer — and this year is no exception. Recently, tornadoes and severe thunderstorms swept through the state of Wisconsin, capping several days of unsettled weather.

If my long-running battle against woodchucks were a Hollywood sequel, I think we’d be at “Groundhog Strikes Again Chapter XXIV.”

The idea behind analog summer is we’re turning back the clock to simpler times — when our lives were not dominated as much by digital devices but by human interaction and natural experiences that don’t come from liquid-crystal displays.

It was a peaceful Sunday afternoon on the farm the day after a much-needed late-June rain. Suddenly, the sleepy midday was shattered by two loud bangs. The source of the noise? Two large limbs from an oak tree in our yard suddenly and violently plummeted to the ground.

I was driving down a country road the other day when I spotted two structures at the edge of a field — structures that made me stop for a double-take. Two brick outhouses.

Chris Hardie’s first cutting of hay is complete but without some rain soon, prospects of second or third cuttings are not very promising.

I’ve always been a bit of a weather nerd, as longtime readers already know, but recently our wild weather ride ventured into the ridiculous category.

Summer hasn’t even started yet and I’ve already been to the doctor twice for imbedded ticks. The first was on my arm. I also removed several others crawling over my body. This past summer I had Lyme disease, a bacterial infection caused by a tick bite.

The Hardies have had robins build nests in many places through the years — including on the rear bumper of a pickup truck when it was parked for a while with the tailgate down.