A Tidy Ending —- Wednesday, August 21, 2019

(From Pinterest)

After lunch, yesterday, in the sun-drenched skies and with the heat making our skins shiny and bright

We loaded up a trailer full of metal to take to Montrose to Rec-Cla Metals to be recycled.

I know I’m sorta, kinda, on the weird side, but I love watching those massive machines; it’s so satisfying seeing them work.

The operators as quick and graceful as ballet dancers, filling the area with numerous hunks of metal— like a constellation falling, scattering on the earth—-

Only in a tidy ending. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Another Sign of Autumn—-Tuesday, August 20, 2019

(From Pinterest)

I watch the skies all the time now. (Well, actually, I watch the skies constantly)

Always, searching, looking, gathering clues

The Barn Swallows are starting to gather

We have around 50 or so, I can’t really keep count.  They are migrating in and gathering with the ones who have lived here all summer

They rest on the electric wires, in the bushes and the trees by our house in the nighttime.

The daylight hours are full of swoops and twirls as the Mosquitos and other flying bugs become supper.

It’s very nice for us.  We can sit outside into —way dark—without even a thought of a Mosquito bite.

Our Swallows still have a nest of baby birds which need to fledge.

But it won’t be long now. I sometimes wonder how those last little fledglings do it.  Out of the nest, off they go.  Way, way far away.

For a short time they practice, flying high with the other Swallows; everyone gathers, near and far…suspended on the wires.  (Sometimes they rest for a few days, only flying off to gather food for a full tummy)

Then they all lift wing as one —-and are gone. Fading away in the sky

I hope I am home when the ‘Great Lift Off’ occurs.  I’ve missed it the last two years.

From my world to your heart,



More Signs of Fall Heading Our Way — Monday, August 19, 2019

(From Pinterest)

I honestly have a very simple life.

It is made up of very uncomplicated things

(Photo by our daughter, Shannon, with her phone)

Nature and the process of living within nature and (I know some will be surprised by this) working with nature.

For you honestly can not farm if you set out to ‘do it your way’ instead of the way nature wants it.

So, just for information only, here is another sign of the turning of summer into autumn…the corn birds.

They come in huge flocks eating the pollen and bugs from off the tassels of the corn.  This doesn’t hurt the corn, the ears are made and are now ripening.

(Photo from my archives)

The Crows and the Ravens are starting to return.  We hear them calling in the trees and see them as they fly, on great black wings, over the farmyard and crops.

The days are growing shorter; the sun setting by 8:00 p.m.

Still, the earth is warm, it hasn’t grown weary of summer (yet).  The days are bright, with the nights cooling down to nice sleeping temperature.

There is still time.

To enjoy the gift of summer!

From my heart to your world,



The God(s) Whisper to Us — Sunday, August 18, 2019

From Pinterest)

Time is flying by.  Everything is moving rapidly now.  Although, one wouldn’t know it, for the sun is still drenching the evening sky, in brilliant shades of color

The full moon’s silver light shivers the land, through filtering leaves on trees

But the disturbing look of Autumn is starting to appear

That signal which says: ‘Soon Summer will just be an echo’,

Prepare yourself.  Prepare.

From my world to your heart,


Off on an Adventure Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve


We all made it home.

To MY home.

Momma Deer, King, Kit, and the raccoons. Oreo didn’t want to come, which, probably was a good thing.

(You understand…that nervous lifting of his tail, just might, MIGHT, make for some not pleasant adventures at our farmhouse.)

Mindy met us at the grain bins.  She was very surprised to see the ‘whole gang’ arrive.

She hissed and meowed and ran off the moment she saw Kit.

The Raccoons were delighted to find all the apricots

just lying around for the eating.

Momma and King settled right in on my Mom’s yard

munching along on fun new tastes.

Kit started hunting in Mindy hunting spots for mice,

so Mindy took off.  She said Kit can have the haystack area, she will take the gardens.

So, there you have it.

The end of my adventure at a very elderly age.

Home again, Home again.


Boomer Beaglie a.k.a. Sherlock Brown



The Home of the God(s)—Your, Mine and Ours—Thursday, August 15, 2019

(From Pinterest)

It’s lovely right now.  A perfect time of year.

During the day the air warms up; after a very cool night.

The sky so lovely, ever so lovely, with huge clouds sailing, and heaped here and there.

But what is the most lovely of lovelies; making me catch my breath

Is the full moon rising; peaking through the tassels of the corn

On a sweet warm night

More beautiful by far than the wingspan of an angel.

Utterly Charming!

From my world to your heart,


In Need of a Tiny Miracle—-Wednesday, August 14, 2019

(From Pinterest)

We had a wee project to accomplish, which took us to Paonia, Colorado, after lunch yesterday.

The first thing that greeted us a few miles out of Delta, was CONSTRUCTION!

The lines went on and on…those stopped and the line we were in.

Courage was required.  As the shadows slanted and grew long.

But the Gods were with us, we only had to wait for five minutes, and only when we started back toward Delta.

What a nightmare that would be, if you had to travel to-and-fro for work!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Summer, That Beautiful Time of the Year —- Tuesday, August 13, 2019

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(From Pinterest)

I love summer, idyllic warm (even hot) summer days.

I plan all fall, winter, and spring for this time, for summer.

The land is heavy as it nears harvest

The heat massive and somnolent

Butterflies and Hummingbirds sailing along in the warm air

The Bumblebees and Honeybees so heavy with pollen their buzz even sounds labored

Our August nights have now become mild,

a sweet chill on the air before the sun warms the sky—giving the earth a spectral look,  As though the Otherworld is peaking through.

Summer, each and every day dazzles; my heart, my mind, and my eyes.

From my world to your heart,




Glowing in the Sun —- Monday, August 12, 2019

(Stolen from Pinterest)

Sadly summer is going fast!  Ever so fast!

The little Rufus Hummingbirds have arrived…always a signal the migration has begun

Then, yesterday, I noticed I was missing seeing the Robins

and the Oriels.  Darn it.

Summer is sinking fast.

Yes I know it’s still hot.  But time is winding down.

Moving toward that bright heady experience of Harvest and Fall, or Autumn, however, you wish to call it.

School is starting (even started in some places).

There we have it…summer, that most wondrous time of the year, is feeling the long, long shadow of loss of the Spring birds

Kinda sad, really.  But I’m going to take it one day at a time; pretending the cold weather is WAY out there in the future!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



It’s Not All Work —Sunday, August 11, 2019

The back porch, which is really part of my kitchen is coming along nicely.  The new floor is laid, the walls painted, the trim painted and I got the door washed down.

Since this turned out so well, I’m going to start on the bathroom soon.  Maybe next week.


Because we finished and everything looked so nice,  Terry said, “Let’s go for a ride!”

Heck, why not!

We went to Ouray, Colorado for a ‘spin’ stopping on the way back to get a photo of a huge herd of elk.  There were around 30 head grazing in someone pasture, I only got a small portion of them in the photo.

Then another day this week, we got a phone call from some good friends, who were broke down on the Uncompahgre Plateau.

Off we went to help them.  The day was exceptionally warm (well, some people would say BLAZING HOT, but I say exceptionally warm 🙂  ).   Still stunningly beautiful.

The heady scent of sun-warmed rocks, the smell of tree needles, and the sounds of insects beating a perfect rhyme to the plateaus heartbeat—perfect.  We got them down and the repair on the truck an easy fix.

It all turned out well.

Of course, I didn’t get enough paint so there was the quick run to the hardware store and back again.

Then in the evening, as the day starts winding down, so do I and so does Terry.

We sit outside watching the afternoon sun fade and enjoying the heady scent of flowers sliding deliciously over the farm.

I truly must say: Life is Good!

From my world to your heart,