A Gift — February 23, 2017

loggingOne of our son-in-laws (the logger) brought in a load of logs he wondered if we would like to have for our woodpile.

woodSo Terry and he worked out a pretty cool financial deal for both of us—money for him and wood for next year’s winter’s use for us.

sun-waking-upSo waking up early…it’s earlier now, because I wake-up by the lightness of the sky, we ate breakfast, bundled up (there is a nasty chill wind blowing here) and headed out to cut and load wood.

That’s why I’m late getting to my blog…we cut and loaded and unloaded two loads of wood before we got back to our regularly schedule life. ūüôā

We had many, many loads to go.  Terry wants to get it all cut and hauled by before he starts farm work in 10 days.  Lots more loads to go.

woodCome August we should NOT have to be cutting and hauling firewood!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Two More Weeks—Wednesday, February 22, 2017

pinto-bean-fieldTwo more weeks the cows will be here.

the-upper-end(They love the grass at the Upper End)

up-on-the-sage-brush-hillAnd hanging out on Sage Brush Hill (where the pack of wild dogs were living, but are gone now.)
upper-endThen it will be time to start the tractor work. ¬†Until that time I hope you don’t get tired of my photos of darling little calves and Momma’s.

Our place is the nursery for the first year momma’s, the second time momma’s, and sometimes a third year Momma. ¬†After that I’m not sure which field they go too. ¬†We can see some of his cows from our farm, but how he sorts them I don’t know.

storm-001The weather people say a cold front is heading into our area tonight with possibility of snow again.  I guess we will see.

cloudsYesterday was just beautiful!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Cow and Calf Run—-Tuesday, February 20, 2017

babies-001We are seeing more and more of those darling little calves

babies-002There are 100 cows

babuSo by the time farming starts

first-black-calf(First black baby)
getting-upThere should be 100 calves.

in-the-brushThat’s provided there are no problems along the way

just-bornSo far there are no twins, or situations, where the calf becomes a bottle baby

sweetIt seems like everyone is a good mother…which is a very good thing. ¬†That means they are attentive to their calf; make sure the calf is fed and close by.

babysitter-cowAnd, if it must be, there is always one or two cows who adore the calves. ¬†We call these cows the babysitter cows—you see, if you just must run to the water hole, or go hang out with the girls at the Upper End, you can always leave your calf with …. the babysitter. ¬†She adores all calves and takes very good care of yours and hers.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


It’s That Time of Year—Monday, February 20, 2017

geese-003It seems like the migration of the Sandhill Cranes and the Canada Geese has begun.  The fields are always in rotation; the skies full of huge flying wedges of big birds.  The bird book (for our region) says the Sand Hill Cranes and the Canada Geese start migration the last week of February and goes through the first week or so of April.

Eckert, Colorado’s Crane Days will start in March.¬†March 10th, plus or minus a couple of days.

sunshineSpring…it’s coming to us anytime now.

Your friend on western Colorado farm,




The Last Game of the Year—-Sunday, February 19, 2017


It was a very exciting game. ¬†The Cardinals were behind until the third quarter. ¬†Then gradually, ever so slowly, they increased the score until they….WON!


It’s always a rush of warm joy to see the Parachute family! ¬† I hug and kiss those darling grandchildren (and they kiss me back even¬†though they are ‘big’ now)


Then it’s time for Terry and I to drive back home. ¬†I always feel a small hole in my heart with the departure.

home-againBut then we are are home.  A calmness enters my soul and welcomes me back to the haven called our farm.

From my world to your heart,


The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Playing with the Cats (s)

Do you know what cats do all day?



Well, anyway most of the day.

But sometimes‚Ķ.Min-Min and I figure out ‚Äėstuff‚Äô to do.



Hunting for Mice….well, Mindy hunts for Mice I just read the news

Sammy thinks he still needs to keep our farm protected from feral cats.


Mom says that is NOT a good thing and makes him stay inside most of the night.  BUT sometimes Sam escapes!


We all go for a walk with Mom and Dad (if he is along).


We also walk with our big Sister and Romeo the horse.

I have to watch out for Romeo, if I’m not walking fast enough he will reach out and take a nip out my backbone right next to my tail.

But the other day….


Min-Min and I were hanging out in the little thicket on the canal bank, when we saw something shiny and red and scary!


I did a big bay and hollered for Mom to come. ‚ÄúCOME QUICK!‚ÄĚ I bade, as loud as my Beagle voice could yell.



Mom came over to see what the problem was…I led her right to the alien spaceship full of giant spiders ready to pounce on all of us, and gave a loud real blast of my mighty voice.

‚ÄúOh, I see‚Ä̬† said Mom.¬† Down she went into the thicket, reached down and picked UP THE SPACESHIPFULLOF SPIDERS and brought it back out for Mindy and I to see and sniff.


‚ÄúJust a downed balloon. Nothing big to worry about.‚ÄĚ


She gave me a hug and a nice belly rub, and Mindy got a tummy scratch.

With the balloon in hand Mom walked over to the trash can; no more space ship or giant spiders!

We are all safe again!





As Winter Dims and Spring Brightens—Thursday, February 16, 2017

checking-cowsWe ride out to check the cows at least once a day. (I need a new work coat.)

little-onesThe cows watch us, but never running in fear.  Boomer is their main concern, but he never leaves the four-wheeler.

hidden-as-mom-says¬†Moma’s hide their little ones out, saying to them —-‘stay, don’t move, don’t draw attention to yourself in any manner’.

calfThe older calves no longer care what we are doing or how close we ride. ¬†Their concentration is usually set on something else they find wondrous and marvelous….never seen before.

hidden-001This little on has one eye on us and her ears cocked so she can run if necessary.

sweetieThe wind was quiet, the sun warm and bright, as we traveled slowly, ever so slowly counting heads, counting babies.

well-groomedThis is my favorite, so far. ¬†She is very particular about her fur, keeps it herself well groomed and very clean. ¬†See the curls on the side of her belly from all her licking? ¬†ūüôā

newWe (Terry, Boomer and I) stop along the hillside listening to the cows moving through the grass, talking softly to each other and/or their calves, the chirping of the Red Winged Black birds adding into the softness of a very lovely spring day.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



One of the Chambers of My Heart—-Wednesday, February 15, 2017


We went to another of Blade’s basketball games. ¬†Only one more to go and his Freshman year of basketball is over; a very successful year.


We are so lucky they live closer now.  Terry and I really, really like the school district that our son-in-law works for.  Their whole approach to education is just outstanding!

made-itThe girls are thriving! ¬†Our son-in-law is thriving, our daughter is thriving, and our grandson is thriving. ¬†A mother/grandmother and dad/grandpa can not ask for more. ūüôā

drivingHe is now old enough to drive.

Gosh, they are so close; yet so far away …. a whole heart away.

Our love for these darling grandchildren bends me under the weight of my heart.

I’m sure each one of you understand this feeling—this feeling of love toward each of your¬†children and grandchildren.

What a joy!

From my world to your heart,




The Evidence of our Lives—-Tuesday, February 14, 2017


Our days are routine, sometimes a chaotic routine, but always a routine.

dad-and-his-catThey are filled with work, the proper sort of work…not that kind of work which makes you labor, or that work you do to make a living, but a simple¬†type of work — a work of the heart.


The peace of daily living touches the soul and gently feeds the heart; the mind.

phoneErasing time and space.


Keeping us young, if not in body then in our essence.


At the end of my life, it will not matter.

on-the-phoneBut daily, one step at a time we walk together within the peace of the  farm.

Happy Valentine’s Day!
From my world to your heart!



Awash in the Light of the Moon—Monday, February 13, 2017


There is an energy, a voice of such fullness, an undefinable something, which causes some of us to crave walking in that silver glow called moonlight.


I watch the heavens daily paying attention to the moon growing, growing


Changing daily, until one day;


the sky ablaze, with the glory of the stars, the moon grows larger in a thick velvet sky


Shining ¬†immense and bright— burning silver and ice into the night.

From my world to your heart,