The Sky is Alive with a Huge Wind/Sleet Storm—-Sunday, January 21, 2018

A big storm blew in last night.  The air buoyant with sleet and cold.

Late last evening we took a wee walk-about, buttoning down all the hatches and feeding the equines some carrots, and giving them lots of pets and love

This morning the sky was gray the air energetic with wind so rough it was almost hard to stand up in it.

It’s sleeting now…coming in sideways from the west…tiny little flakes that beat into your skin and feel more like hail than snow.

If you look outside the things in the distance are all shrouded and filled with mystery–the pearl-gray light making known objects look unreal

The many and varied bird feeders swing wildly in the rush of the wind…no birds clinging to the little wires…hunkered down someplace safe I’m sure.

Terry went with me on my late night walk during the night…this time we only went as far as the equipment area; the wind was too sharp and the visible whirling sleet a tad too much to enjoy the steps and strides.

So for the rest of the day we will hunker down, I will make soup, we will watch football, and take a nap…the world is full of winter today.  (Which is a good thing)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery Where I Use a Secret

Chapter Two


Well, darn!  Everything is drying up: the ground, the weeds (they are supposed to, but still, the air and most of all the COW PIES!  Darn it!

You see once the cow pies dry up they are NASTY to eat—like eating sawdust right off one of the logs Dad cuts up for firewood.

PHOOEY!  Spit, hack, and cough!!!

Mom says GOOD! Dad just laughs.  And here is a little secret…even if it were to rain and snow the cow pies will never be good to snack on again.

Pout, pout.

So with the cow pies dried up there really hasn’t been much for me to do—I hang out Mom getting fire wood, out in the shop with Mom and Dad, and go for a couple of walks a day on the farm with Mom.

Mom likes to go for walks.  I like to go with Mom…I keep her safe.  Well, really I keep her company.

We like to walk together, Mom and me.  Sometimes Mindy goes with us, but sometimes not.  Mom likes it both ways, but if Mindy goes we only go ¼ of a mile, if she doesn’t go we go a mile or better…all is good if you ask me.

So off we went.  Mindy was in the house curled up on the sofa next to the wood burning stove, Dad was in town doing something he calls business, which left Mom and me to go for a LONG walk!


I stayed with Mom a long time…sniffing here and there, we ran into the equines—Mom gave Lady the Mule an apple she cut up and Romeo the Paint Horse  two carrots.  Romeo does NOT like apples.  Lady likes apples and carrots, but Mom tries to be fair and give the apple to Lady and the carrots to Romeo so they both feel special.

Then we moved on down the field leaving the equines behind munching on weeds, corn stalks and stuff.

Suddenly I caught a whiff of———————-

I was off…leaving Mom in the dust. I jumped over the now empty canal and raced into the weeds on the opposite side

I looked back once saw Mom was turning around and never gave Mom a thought again.

Running with all my muscles in super-fast mode I peeled down the canal bank in hot pursuit of


Kit yipped a couple of barks at me then took off even faster

The RACE was on!

Streaming through the weeds and grasses as fast as my beagle legs could carry me I hurried to catchup with Kit!

Then we were on the road heading back TOWARD Mom whom I noticed had made it back down to the farm equipment storage area.

I saw Mom slide over behind the spare-parts combine and just stand there.

About that time Kit was zooming faster than the speed of light heading right toward where Mom was hiding.  I put on my brakes

SCREEECH!!!!!!!!  Sat down with my tail wagging, thinking this was going to be good, Kit was going to run RIGHT by Mom.

I wondered if they were going to scare each other.

I sat there waiting, watching…Kit kept on running…Mom stayed right where she was not moving a muscle…then Kit was by and

Nobody scared anybody.

Oh, well.  It was a good race.  I bayed at Kit: “YOU WIN!!”

Way on up the field by the new culvert Kit finally stopped and yipped back, “I’ll stop and talk next…if your human isn’t there.”

Then he was gone, vanishing into the drain ditch and out of sight.

I howled back—“SOUNDS GOOD!”

Then Mom was there giving me hugs and pats… “Wow, Boomer!  That was cool.”  I don’t always get to see the fox.  Thank you for scaring him up for me.”

Well…I didn’t really scare him up, Kit only let us see him because he wanted us to see him.  How do you tell a human something like that?  So I gave Mom a kiss on the cheek, plus a big goofy grin.

“Let’s go in, Boomie”, Mom said.  She had a huge smile on her face.

My tail wagged just as happily as Mom’s face smiled.




Yesterday’s Eve—Thursday, January 18, 2018

After doing ‘not much’ all day yesterday I decided I had better get to moving and bring the firewood in for the night.

But on my way to the wood pile I felt the tiredness starting to lift from my body, mind and soul

 The air was still, the sky blue, and the sun just starting to set.  I had waited a tad long to ‘get busy’ you see.

I’m glad I did.

The golden light brightened the frigid air; highlighting the brown and dormant plant life in my yard.

Putting the empty wheelbarrow down Boomer and took off for a wee walk…letting the cold brighten my skin, the fresh air stripped away the warmth of the house, the tiredness which enveloped me from the start of the day until…

I went out for the nights wood supply.

Boomer and I walked a quarter of a mile, not very far, but enough — breathing in the last of the bright blue day, breathing in the gold and rose quarts glow of the coming night.  The farm was beautiful in the lavender glow of the twilight sky.

Walking back toward the house the Paonia Mountains picked up that amazing color, the one which makes me feel like I’m looking at the world through rose-colored glasses.

As the day lost it’s hold upon the land, the air picked up into a faint little breeze

And the last dramatic rays of light filled everything and everyone with flush of prefect color called perfection!

From my world to your heart,





I Will Not Ask for More —- Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Yesterday was a odd sort of day for me —

Although, I had a very busy day.

Now today I am tired.

Tired enough I can’t seem to get myself moving.

So please forgive me the lateness of this post.  And my slowly dragging along.

The day has warmed up from a very chilly start and I must get busy.

The sun is shining, there isn’t a cloud in the sky, and the air is still.

It short it is beautiful

I really can’t ask for more.

Tomorrow I promise to be back to myself,

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


The Cold Wind Singing—-Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Yesterday evening I had to run to town for some milk for today’s breakfast; the shadows were falling long, pink and orange, with a cold wind shaking the bare branches of trees and shivering skin.

I hurried in and then quickly started home.  I HATE missing even one second of the beauty of the coming night.

Sometimes the sky makes me feel like I walk in a dream.  A good dream, where life is quiet and welcoming.

Where Silence gives a sense of true unabiding peace.

Early Morning light all golden and shading toward blue, stretching until the early morning mist disappears starting another day—another point in time I hate to miss.

Today the wind is gone, the sky is a clear and bright blue.

We are extremely dry, with huge concerns what next farming season will bring…will there be enough water to plant, if not what do I plant?   It’s the talk anytime two farmers get together.

It’s all befuddling.

Still there are those amazing beginnings and endings to each and every day…promising beauty and peace and hope and happiness (at least in my mind).

One second at a time…that’s really all we have.

My world to your heart,



I Have a Wee Story to Tell — Monday, January 15, 2018

I was out by the grain bins this morning coming back from a short walk-about, when I saw several geese land in the field I was walking by

I was delighted!

I have been hollering to the large skeins of geese, as they fly by, that they are always welcome here.

Now Romeo and Lady were coming on to the same corn field.   As I stayed there and watched Lady the Mule walked as fast as she could to the rustling flock–walked right into the flock scattering the geese.

The geese rose up in a little tiny flutter to get out of Lady’s way…then settled down in a flurry of feathers.

Up Lady came again scattering the geese so she could pass by.

I was a little afraid the geese would all rise up and fly away, but they didn’t. Just settled themselves over a small way and started pecking up loose corn.

Then that silly mule decided she has reached the perfect spot to take her morning DUST bath. Down she went…rolling this way and that way, so hard and fast the dust rose off the ground in puffs.

Romeo just looked at her twisting and rolling—-and walked right on by like a bath of that nature were not for him (today).

A short little pleasant story, to start the day.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




Today is the Last Year of a Decade—-Sunday, January 14, 2018

Today I have entered into the last year of the sixtieth years of my life.

Today I am 69.

 All those many seconds, minutes, hours, days and weeks of my past has come together allowing me to live for one more year upon this amazing, beautiful, stunning earth we all call home.

Each day has brought with it a true sense of satisfaction, in the (now) era of old age.

I am ever grateful for all that I have, for Terry, our children and grandchildren, and for each of you— my friends.

The world can seem like place of suffering, but it is also a place of healing…it’s all in the way we choose to look upon it.

No greater joy is there, than being given each and every day to experience life to it’s fullness.

Thank you for coming along with me on this amazing journey called everyday living.




The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery where I use a Secret

Chapter One

Winter work has begun.  Well, winter work doesn’t really exist, because in winter we really don’t work on the farm we just do ‘stuff’.  But Dad has decided its late winter work or early spring work so we are up and at it bright and early.

The first order of business was removing an old broken down culvert up at the beginning of the ditch which brings the water onto the farm.

Dad has to put a culvert in because there is a farm road right there…he can’t take the water out of the main ditch without something to go under the farm road and then on over to the Upper End Pasture.

Dad and Blade started the work, but Mom, Dad and your trusty wonderful beagle—I—continued the whole process.

The two equines came over and supervised.  Lady, the Mule was particularly interested since she had never watched a tractor work before.

Mom has two jobs— helping Dad AND taking photos.

Everything had to stop for two days because the weather turned MOIST, but then we were back up there breaking out the cement part of the ditch and the old culvert then scraping out the dirt ditch the culvert lays in.
Mom says it’s a good thing spring work has started she was starting to get soft, this digging and scraping thing will start to get her back stronger again.

Dad just laughed at her.

Anyway…while they worked, the equines supervised, I checked out all the news up there.  Plus a few left over cow pies.

I have to be careful about checking out cow pies, because…well, if Mom sees me snacking on them I always get yelled at: “BOOMER! YOU STOP EATING THAT!”

Being the good Beagle I always stop and run over to her with a huge smile on my face so Mom won’t be mad at me.

Dad says I don’t realize there are flakes of cow pie still stuck on my tongue, then he laughs.

Mom just shakes her head at me and tells me I have terrible food cravings.  But she always gives me a hug, so I know she isn’t mad at me.

It was a good day that day…working out on the farm and just as we got home the UPS truck was here!

Nothing better than barking that UPS truck into the yard and then barking it down the long lane out of the yard!!

Our Part of the World —- Thursday, January 11, 2018

January 10th we had rain!

Moisture falling from a pale gray sky

Beautiful and wet!

We took the day off and went to Grand Junction, where we learned they also were experiencing this wonderful phenomenon…Moisture!


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,





Sometimes They Run Crazy—Wednesday, January 10, 2018

196 cows!  Gradually over the month of December the 100 head of cows grew by 96 more

Lots of cows!

Many cows!

As with cows…there are always those ‘clever’ ones who are NOT afraid of the electric fence

Many times in the last week they were here Terry and I had the privilege of putting them back in

Not just in the daytime, but nighttime also

After several times of chasing cows

Running through the night

The enchantment of the cows wore off quickly.

Come Saturday morning, just before noon.  The rancher and his crew arrived

Off they went to another farm on Falcon road.

Regnegade cows—just like regnegade people, chickens, dogs, cats exist anywhere!   🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm!