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From The Capitol: From Pasture to Policy

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This past week was rooted in the agricultural innovation that drives our state forward as well as legislative action that protects our way of life. It’s a privilege to share some of the highlights from the Capitol and back home in the district.
From The Capitol: From Pasture to Policy

The Innocent, Yet Profound Question of a Child

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ELLEN MORTENSEN

While visiting our middle son and his family in Lincoln this past weekend, I had an opportunity to share some quality time one morning on the front porch, sipping my coffee with my youngest granddaughter. She decided it would be fun to play a game where she was the teacher and we were her students; and with as much matronly authority as she could muster, she proceeded to ask us each a question. 

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It May Come as a Surprise, But Trees Can Communicate

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I’ve talked about how the fungus-root network that ties all the trees in an area together functions as a communication and nutrient distribution system, but trees also communicate in other ways. With recorders that can pick up sounds too high or too low for human hearing, we have discovered that an elephant can communicate with another elephant as far away as six miles, and whales can hear other whales as far away as 4,000 miles.
It May Come as a Surprise, But Trees Can Communicate

What Life Has Taught Me

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I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: A rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life.
What Life Has Taught Me

Reminiscing on a Simpler Time

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One time the music that you played whenever you would jive, Was from a vinyl, big holed record called a forty- five. The record player had a post to keep them all in line, And then the records would drop down and play one at a time.
Reminiscing on a Simpler Time

Summertime, And The Livin’ is Easy

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It’s interesting how the seasons take on different meanings and priorities throughout the various stages of one’s life. It doesn’t seem that long ago that I looked forward to the final school bell ringing, signaling the end of the year and the beginning of summer vacation. In my younger years, that meant evenings playing hide and seek with my younger brothers and most of the kids in our neighborhood. My parents loved to camp, and in the summer we would frequently pack up the tents, boxes of food, and a dog or two, and head for a campground.
Summertime, And The Livin’ is Easy

Memories of Days Gone By

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A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street, A mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat. In the kitchen on the wall, we only had one phone, And no need for recording things - someone was always home.
Memories of Days Gone By
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