There in the Daily Murmur of the Land, Wednesday, September 23, 2020

These times we live in are so

scary, really.

I tried to think of a different word;

only scary seemed to burst out of my mind and stay there.

I have given up listening to the news

Reading hate-filled anything

Watching any type of National Sports.

I do so, to keep my mind sane, although,

We keep on working, and I am putting up food as always.

Storms clouds are not just building, they have arrived.

My Dad said I liked to look at the world through rose-colored glasses.

I think he was right. For I bury myself in the daily murmur of the farm.

From my world to your heart,



Our Farm is More Than Just a Farm — Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Our farm is more than a piece of ground meant for growing crops

It’s home to so many animals




Terry, and


It’s a place of Sanctuary

Where all sorts call home.

Where growing up is a good thing

Although, we do have those

Scary predators

living among us—

We have a jumble of plants

Which are truly weeds,

Although, lovely in a prickly way.

No matter what, our farm, is a place, where joy whispers on the breeze and in our hearts.

From my world to your heart,


Into the Forest —- Monday, September 21, 2020

Into the forest, we went.

Leaving our farm around 7:45 a.m.

Our daughter, Kimberly, and son-in-law, Cliff, bringing their chain saw, truck, and willing helping hands

We cut and loaded

Only dead standing Aspen.

It took until close to noon,

But we got all the rest of the firewood we will need for the winter.

Two pick-up beds full = one complete cord!

Okay, winter!  I’m [reluctantly] ready!

So are Terry, Boomer, and Mindy…plus the two hens! (I will winterize their coop next.)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Sunday, September 20, 2020


Don’t make a sound


In the middle of the Back Forty and

And all the green growing things.

At the top of the day!

The silent stalkers hunting


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,






The Adventures of Boomer, Friday, September 18, 2020

Mom and I went for a wee walk-about.

It has to be a short walk, as I don’t like to walk very far now days

Still, we did it!  It felt good.

After so long inside it felt wonderful to be able to run free in the open air.

We walked out to the cornfield.  The ears are turning down now.  The drying process is going well.

I felt like a young dog again (this was taken in 2018)

At least for a little while.



We were Entranced—Thursday, September 17, 2020

(Smoke is back. Sigh)

As you all know, I dread winter! The snow, the flurries, being trapped inside—the whole cold thing.

But, as much as I dread winter, it is coming.

With winter and the need for heat in mind; off we went to the Uncompahgre Plateau to start cutting firewood.

Even with that huge load–we don’t have enough to make it through winter. 

On the way to the ‘special wood cutting place,’ we saw a Pronghorn

Stopping the pickup and sitting still we watched

Thoroughly entranced.

What a treat!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Summer is Coming to an End — Wednesday, September 16, 2020

Everything is starting to wind down now.

The farmer’s around, who grown onions are now harvesting, the sweet corn harvest is over, and the big ranchers are chopping ensilage/silage, plus the pinto beans and soybean harvest is underway.

The air is different, washing the world in a golden misty light

The morning mist is chilly; the air still.  Although, it does burn off quickly;

Coats required for a spell.

True Summer is now fading like a dream.

I keep putting out food for my cute little creatures—

Not daily, but every once in a while…

I don’t want them to become dependent, but I do want them to go into winter fat!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




On a Golden Day Called Sunday, Tuesday, September 15, 2020

The Canadian Geese are back…winging their way over our farm

The days are full of delightful sunshine, gliding the land in gold.

So for a wee treat, we took our daughter, Kimberly, and son-in-law, Cliff, up to Cedaredge, Colorado, to Roxy and Bob Morris’, Red Mountain Ranch Store and Tasting Room where we had frozen apple cider slushies.

Then on the way back, we visited Heart’s Basin, where, LOW and BEHOLD(!), we saw a pelican fishing for its dinner!

What a lovely treat of a day!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



In the Bright Shafts of Sun Shine, Monday, September 14, 2020

Boomer and I headed to the Upper End, yesterday,

Just enjoying the smiling sunshine

Enjoying the  clouds forming over the Uncompaghre Plateau

When I ran into those pesky wasps on the way back (again)

I just had to see

If I could

Get a decent 


Or two.

Although, this is blurry (as they all are) the attack in the sky was very dramatic.

That was pretty cool to see!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Update—Sunday, September 13, 2020

The rains have left giving us lovely late Summer days

The corn is drying down

Ever so nicely in the peaceful warmth of September sunshine

But the thing that is more than delightful

Boomer actually asked to go with me on the four-wheeler, something he hasn’t done in two or more weeks.

The earth is full of Late Summer/Early Autumn flowers

And my little Boomer has a smile on his face again

Giving me great joy!

Thank you ever so much for caring about my little beagle.

You are all true friends,

From my heart to your world,