The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Helping Mom and Dad

It’s that time of year!!

It that time when Mom and Dad and I help put the farm to bed.

That means we load up all the two million billion trillion syphon tubes and take them back to the barn to store them for the winter.

And the dams…we can’t forget the dams, they go back to the barn also.

This year Dad decided to bring the pick-up and we would load one load at a time until we get everything done.  Usually it’s Mom and I with the trailer and the four-wheeler.  Having Dad and the pick-up goes ever so much faster!!!

THAT IS FOR SURE!

Mom lets me out to run around while they slowly pick up the tubes, then when they look like they are about ready to go to the barn I head over to them and GET a ride home!

Riding home is MUCH better than trotting along behind or getting LEFT behind. (Yes that has happened, but I’m trying really hard to not let it happen again!)

Guess what I saw last night?

I had gone out to check out the yard before I settled in for the night and

There it was….

I didn’t bark, howl or anything…I just slowly, ever so slowly backed up and beat it back to the house.

Sleeping outside in this cold is not an option….or having to have a bath with a NOT VERY HAPPY MOM scrubbing on me late at night is NOT another option!

Anyway…gota run, it’s back to the pick-up and out to the field time.

See ya soon,

Boomer

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GHOST!?!—Thursday, November 16, 2017

 

Sometimes the world of dreams is alive and present here in our daily living

That other world is there…spreading ripples through out the air

But we have a tendency discount the presence of a twin world…turning the mist into something more ordinary

 

Still a look out the corner of your eye catches that ‘something’, which hangs in the alertness of the air

If only…only we would turn quickly enough…if only we looked hard enough…

We could see the wind picking up  mundane corn leaves telling us there are others around us….here.

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From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Controlled Burn—-Wednesday, November 15, 2017

The Forest Service is doing a controlled burn on the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray with the accent on the gray) Plateau—two days and two nights so far and heading into the third day.

The late western sun creates many stunning colors along the horizon, here, where we live the shadows are long and deep and dark, while in the forest the fires rage. 😦

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Earth Sings—Tuesday, November 14, 2017

The earth sings—truly it does

Sometimes the sound is like a cord

Or a warm humming sound

Sometimes the tone is like a gong tolling long and loud and clear

It can be heard in the gusts of wind,

Or in the the swirling falling autumn leaves

Or felt…sometimes the music is sensed in the radiance of the sunlight or moonlight

But always, always bursting into our souls—- if we just stop and listen.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

Feather-Light Brushes of Daily Life—November 13, 2017

Sunlight and shadow fill the late autumn skies

The days are still soft, warm enough I can let the wood stove go out by three o’clock and the house stays warm until early morning the next day. That winter-cold which slowly seeps into the land is late coming this year.

The relief at not having to fill the grain bins, then unload the grain bins has been palpable.  There is always loss at putting the corn in the bin, taking the corn out and the amount of labor eats up any profit. (although WE are the labor)

 The days are now filled with fixing fences, or checking fences, or making sure the fences are still up….

Sadly this is hunting season…and always, always we have people who cross over the posted fences to go hunting on our land.  If they can’t climb the fence, they WILL cut the fence.

It’s rather disgusting the wanton destruction of property. Sigh!

But, oh well, that is just part of living on our farm. All a person can do is take it in stride–

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

 

 

Chasing Words—Sunday, November 12, 2017

Bringing forth words to convey feelings, or to describe a scene is sometimes …

A bit hard.

Searching my mind for those exact words which project what I’m seeing, feeling, or hearing

Causes me to pause for I wish to show to you the earth, the sky, and capture the feeling in words that is see, hear, and feel

Looking for that perfect word reminds me how limited my vocabulary really is–

To help you see (beyond the photographs) the wind rippling through the corn stalks, or

 

Or clouds obscuring the sun in the possible threat of rain

Or the golden leaves being pushed off the tree’s branches as the sap slowly descends to the roots

Readying for the long winter’s night.  I always think of this time of falling leaves as trees making haste slowly, every so slowly preparing for rest and a pause in breathing

The canal water is now gone.  Turned off to winter in the Blue Mesa Dam or clear up at Taylor Reservoir.  The silence of the tumbling churning water is as stunning as breaking glass…

 

For us our work is slowing, but not stopping.  The harvests are all in, paychecks will arrive sometime in December.

A whole season of farming from daylight to sunset and sometimes in the deep of night.

The perfect life for Terry and I—

From your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— A Walk in the Night

Mom and I went for a nice long walk one night in the Full of the November moon.

Mom and I always go for lots of walks

day and at least one at night.

Mom says her favorite night-time walk is in the full-moon, although the dark of moon allows the star-spangled sky to shine.

Mom takes her camera, although she doesn’t always get good photos.  Still…she likes to snap away.

As for me…well…I like to check out news!  But you knew that already!  🙂

So…..along the way we ran into a buck…who actually ran into us.

We scared him so bad he jumped the fence, then the canal and the next fence and ran away, away, away.

Mom took a picture of all the house lights over the mesa from us in what the old-timers used to call “No-Mans-Land” ….I guess it’s should be called ‘Any-man’s-land” now since there are houses all over down there.

On the way back Mom sat down on the gated pipe and just sat.  Suddenly a doe came out of the corn…walked right in front of Mom and guess what…MOM GOT A PHOTO!!!

Of course the deer got a scare.  She bounded off on her tip-toes in dainty leaps and bounds.

Back home the fire in the woodstove felt good…Mom and I settled in for the night…refreshed and bathed in moonlight.

Boomer

Adventure and Mysteries —-Thursday, November 9, 2017

Daily Boomer,

Mindy the cat, and I

(and sometimes Terry) go for a walk about the farm there is always something interesting to see and ponder over. Like…

A scary fire five miles away from us —which is an early burning off of a cornfield

The disturbed ground showing huge footprints

As something very large walked down one of the farm roads.  My blood does not sing with the ability to know and understand tracks, but I do know this is a LARGE animal

Or these oddly placed twin ‘jet streams’ floating in the wind high in the sky

Speaking of sky…the thickened clouds bringing in weather make the shadows on the ground seem tame in comparison.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Wrapped in Energy—-Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Although, it’s a ton of work, Terry decided he wanted to fill one of the Butler bins with the remaining corn in the field

So yesterday in the warmth of the afternoon we hauled out the auger

Set it up

Then while he combines I will fill the bin; saving corn to sell at a later date.

BUT WAIT!!!!!!

Our neighbor a mile away, who is a big rancher in the area drove down our lane just as we were about to start filling the bin!

“I sure could use some corn, if you have any extra,” he explained

“We have extra”, Terry replied.

So as luck and the blessings of Heaven everything works out for the both of us.  Our corn has a new home and the rancher’s cows have more feed!

Life is good!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

 

Linda

 

The Bounty of Goodness—-Tuesday, November 7, 2017

I got a package in the mail the other day…a total surprise.  After the walk down the long lane to the mailbox, finding the package—-I skipped and ran, walked and jog, back home to open this surprise addressed to me.

What a thoughtful and wonderous hand-made gift!

Thank you so much, Rita!  You are most kind!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda