Last Car Club Meeting of the Year—-Monday, September 22, 2018

Sunday was the last Car Club meeting for the year

Terry and I were late joiners to this delightful fun group of people.

Everyone is so positive; all the talk is about cars or trucks or motors or shows.

Everyone is happy for YOU.  It doesn’t matter what kind of car you have, just that you like old cars and want to drive them and be with like-minded people.

The last meeting even had a wee poker run, of which we drew a very poor hand, but had a great time doing it.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

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The Demands of Each Day—Sunday, October 21, 2018

There is still much to do, farm work does not stop just because it’s Autumn

It actually speeds up for this season is the accumulation of winter, spring, and summer

It’s a good time, though.  It’s the time of Harvest where the demands of the day increase.

(I just bought myself a new work coat…well, actually I got TWO new work coats…looking at this one, it was time 🙂 )

The corn harvest is getting very close.  We were thinking we would start Monday, but not quite yet.

The moisture content of the kernels is 15.5%  —as soon as we hit 15% the combine will head into the field, the big grain truck will follow it and there we will be…

in the harvest.

These late Fall days, cool and growing short, deplete our energy, but the work nourishes us.

Winter nears—the leaves are falling like yellow flecks of light on the tired ground.

Everything and everyone is singing the song of Fall.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Mom Has Computer Troubles

Mom’s computer broke…well it really didn’t break, nor did it die, but the nasty “Time to Update” happened—after which Mom’s computer would NOT OPEN.

So Mom called her Computer Repair guy.  He was out on a call and would come by late afternoon to see what he could do.

So there was nothing to be done on the computer—-all day.  Which didn’t mean Mom did nothing.

She and Dad worked on removing nails from a building they salvaged,

cleaned up around the hay stackyard, loaded out another load of hay, cooked lunch, patched a roof on the tile house…

and in general, kept really busy!

 

Then late, late in the day!  The computer was repaired and good to go again!

Mom, Dad, and I  (also Mindy and the two chickens)  all danced with joy.

 

But more than all us…Mom was more than delighted!

Off to bed now.  It’s been a long day!

Boomer

New Crop Being Grown—-Wednesday, October 17, 2018

We have a new crop being tested about two miles from our farm.

Now you MUST understand it is NOT us raising these test acres of Hemp, but three of our neighbors close by.

The above is one of the test fields almost ready to harvest.  Hemp looks like little furry Christmas trees, or (to my eye) Kochia weed. (I don’t know if I spelled that right)

One of the growers allowed us to go into the field and look at the plants.  They are very sticky.  You put your hand on the plant and it feels like fly paper (sort of) and it has a very distinctive smell.

It’s harvest time now.  This is one of the combines/tractors used to harvest the hemp. (This hemp will be used to create CBD oil…although there are other uses for hemp, i.e. rope, material, and many other things. ( I am still learning about all this)

Here the combines/tractors have just entered the field to begin harvest

The tractor/combine cuts off the plant and conveyor the fluffy plant into the back of the truck.  The truck is driven along side of the tractor, both pieces of equipment moving along together up and down the row until the truck bed is full.

 The truck then hauls it to a metal building with a cement floor

Where it is allowed to dry for two days.

NOW after this point, I don’t know what happens. I don’t know how they remove the oil, I don’t know anything.  Maybe I will get to see, and if I do I will ask permission to show you.  Other than that…this is the harvesting of the new crop in town….called Hemp.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

Songs of My Heart—Tuesday, October 16, 2018

There are so many things that set my heart to singing

Seeing the moon (at any time; day or night)  lifts my heart –and seeing a tiny star next to the moon makes the joy even more generous

Setting up on the rocky point the sky dancing with light….wonderous

Helping put the finished ditches and the latest harvested fields to bed for the winter, all within brilliant hues of light—buoyant

A wee walk in the night where there is nothing shining but house and farm lights and the STARS!—Priceless

While out on a small walkabout

Finding a heart rock….a gift from the earth, the wind and the Universe

Brought home to grace my window…exquisite

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

The Wheel of the Year Turns—Monday, October 15, 2018

Summer has ended, so has early fall

The plants are all gone…not just nipped, but finished

No more glimmering colors of brightness, no spicy and floral scents on the breeze

The air is now sharp with cold and the sky scudding with wind-blown grey clouds

The seasons have turned—

Jack Frost our visitor

Still, I am thinking there will be a few more rainbows before the snow clouds arrive.  After they come I will watch for Sundogs; beautiful colors of ice in the sky!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

On Friday a Cloud Sat Down —- Sunday, October 14, 2018

We woke to fog Friday morning.  Fog always and forever will remind me of my mother.

For you see, Fog is a rare occurrence here.  Happening rarely but with stunning results

A coolness descends on the land; sounds are magnified.

Momma would always say: ‘Look, kids! A cloud has sat down on the land”.

I often go out walking in the fog…just because, I’m walking in a cloud, which sat down for me to enjoy.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— And Then It Rained

All summer long (off and on) we wished for rain.  Of course, we didn’t want rain when the hay was down, or when Dad was doing the pinto beans, but there were times when the sun beat down without mercy and the temperatures stayed above 100*…even as high as 106* for DAYS!

It was at those times we prayed for rain.  Please send rain we would pray…all of us.  The Plants, the rocks, the animals, all.

But the rains didn’t come.

It’s fall now and guess what?

THE RAINS HAVE COME!

Big fat drops…not just a few big fat drops but MANY and Much and lots so much so it’s hard to gather any sort of news at any point on the farm!

Although, I do try!

There isn’t any news on the very wet lawn. I check every time I go outside.

There isn’t any news out by the haystack yard

Or the cornfield

Or the Butler Bins

Or down the long, long lane to the house

There really isn’t any news when it’s raining so hard I can’t see my paw in front of my face

BUT

JOY BE!!! HOWL!!!!!

Mom and Dad have company and now there is

NEWS!

Boomer Beaglie Brown

P.S.  Mom wrote the forest service about that big fire up behind us—this the answer she got back—- “the fire will burn in the interior until it receives a great deal of moisture. It is contained, just not entirely out. I hope that explains it?

So, Mom and I think we need LOTS MORE RAIN!  But up there on the Plateau, so that big awful fire will die and go away!

 

 

 

Then on Saturday—-Thursday, October 11, 2018

In a very dark morning sky, we loaded ourselves up and headed to New Castle, Colorado where our oldest granddaughter was playing in a volleyball tournament

As the sun lighten the sky (as we drove along)

We saw lovely bits of clouds laying sweetly along pockets in the mountains

Their beauty made my heart light

And the world a bit sweeter!

From my world to your heart

Linda

On Wednesday of Last Week — Wednesday, October 10, 2018

The storm clouds lifted for a spell last Wednesday moving on to parts not here.

Since it was so wet, Terry said, “Let’s go to Ouray and soak in the hot pool!”

Off we went…looking at the amazing clouds, the mountains, this is the Sawtooth Mountains and the beautiful colors of Autumn

The sky was incredible (this is Ridgeway, Colorado)

Not a lot of traffic on the road

The pool wasn’t crowded …. so the soaking was perfect for two hours,

Then on the way home, a motorcycle passed us from Indiana

At the stop light, we saw what was traveling with the gentleman…his DOG!

Best Friends for Life!!

Two thumbs up to that man!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda