Linda
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Monthly Archives: June 2011
Why This Tree is Called Cottonwood
We have lots of Cottonwood trees in our area. They are beautiful trees, providing shade, homes to birds, and shelter to those in need.
Every year thier blooms turn into seeds…just like everything else in the plant world.
The seeds look like cotton.
The wind flings those little cotton seeds far and wide, so the ground around, under and several feet away from the tree looks like it snowed in June.
(They are terribly allergy producing, also)
So there you are…a tree found along creeks, streams and rivers. A sure mark of water for pioneers or those traveling across this bright beautiful land of ours.
Linda
Meeting “New” Old Friends
Kids…What More Can I Say
The wind blew the top off the loading area of the grain bin….Terry was going to go up and put it back on.
Not me, I don’t do heights!
Terry has never been frightened by heights, which is why being a lineman for 37 years was a good ‘paying’ job for him.
Blade wanted to see if he could do it….climb up there and snap the lid shut.
He could.
He did.
A chip off the grandpa’s block! 🙂
Linda
Fuzzy Blogging on Friday–Mom Cooks Outside
The moment Mom comes outside and lights the grill I know good smells are going to be coming forth soon.
Boomer gets really excited when the grill gets lit he says in his former life he always—A.L.W.A.Y.S. got to have some of whatever was being cooked on the grill.
That doesn’t happen here.
Dad would be upset if Mom cooked our dinner on the grill.
Mom would probably do it if we begged really hard, but she says she doesn’t know how to make canned dog food burgers.
Once the grill gets to going Boomer steps right up and goes and sits right next to the grill. He pokes his nose up high in the air to catch as much of the smells as he possibly can. He looks sort of stupid, but hey, each to their own.
I mosey on over to the patio rocking chair and set myself down behind the chair. That puts the chair and Boomer between me and the grill. Boomer says I should move in closer just in case someone trips and drops a steak or something.
I’ve found out if you sit too close to the grill you will get yelled at —like—“Get Out of THE WAY! Move! MOVE! You are going to trip someone!” You know stuff like that. I don’t like to be yelled at, tell me once that’s enough.
Mom came out and put the meat on the grill…but only after telling Boomer “Move Boom, you are in the way and going to get burned.”
See, what did I tell you?
Boomer moved back to the rocking chair, now we were both sitting by the rocking chair.
Mom put on the meat and cloud of white lovely smoke filled the air with fumes of such delicious proportions that both Boomer and I started to drool. Mesquite smoke and grilling meat. Yummm! Sniff! Sniff! Slurpppppppppp!
Our mouths began to water and our ears perked right up as the meat sizzled and popped over the glowing coals.
Boomer whispered to me that he thought we ought to rush the grill and see if we can grab us a hunk of meat or two. I sure gave the thought a serious consideration for several minutes.
But Mom is very suspicious of begging dogs; she always has a watchful eye on us just in case we want to poach a hunk of meat or so.
Boomer thumped his tail on the ground and gave her his most sincere look. He had to work at not looking like he was begging but just really interested in what she was doing. I had to look away, Mom would know what I was up to and besides I only have a short stump of a tail so I can’t whack it on the ground.
Then everyone was there, handing their plates over to Mom walking around laughing and talking, I told Boomer we had better get out of here or we are going to get yelled at.
Boomer said he wanted to stay a little yelling never hurt anyone.
I headed over to my dog house, I know if I’m suppose to get something Mom will bring it over and scrape it out in my dish. I do NOT like getting yelled at!
Suddenly there was a sort of cash sound, the tickle of silverware falling and a little child crying.
I looked for Boomer just sure as anything that he was right in the midst of the mess. But he wasn’t.
He has slipped way over to the other side of the patio and was just laying there watching everything.
Then I heard Mom saying about not a problem there is lots more.
I waited.
Boomer walked over to where I was waiting.
Then Mom showed up with the spilled food, scraped it out in our dishes.
We too got to go to the cook out.
Fuzzy
Wordless Wednesday–Fertilizing the Corn
Strange Weather
We had very strange weather for this late in June….very cool, even cold. There was up to 6″ of snow in the mountains 10,000′ or higher. It’s been raining off and on for about two days. Bitter wind (again)!
Last evening the wind grew really strong and blew away all the clouds and the moisture.
As the storm was leaving….
I saw a rainbow framed within the cherry trees!
Linda
Look Quick Before the Weeds Appear
I’ve finally got my yard weeded. What a job! In between working with Terry on the farm, it’s taken me until 9:30 last night to finally get everything weeded.
It didn’t help that we cut down that tree and I had to do something there
Or the fact I was given a HUGE, DOUBLE HUGE pile of old railroad ties, that I needed to figure out what to do with
Which first had to have all sorts of hardware, nails and wire removed (they were an old corral before I got them)
And I felt like I just HAD to use them….they were really cool
Then I needed to find some more cross-arms. Everything took time. The weeds ran away from me. But finally I did it !
Weed Free! For a short while anyway!
Now I need to reseed the lawn, in places, and get the weeds out of the hedge. But for today, I’m just going to enjoy having this big job done until I have to start again on Monday.
You know weeds just don’t stay away, they will be back.
Happy Father’s Day to all you Dads out there!
Linda
Fuzzy Blogging on Friday ——-Coyotes!
Boomer and I were down on the equipment hill, the other night. We were scouting around looking for anything of interest. Dad goes out around mid-night to change water so we like to go with him.
It was a moon-lite night, with a big old huge round moon hanging in the sky almost over-head. We left Dad picking up and moving dams and trotted on over to equipment area. My eyesight isn’t as good as it used to be, I have dark areas where I can’t see anymore. The vet said there were cats a racks growing on my eyes. There had better NOT be cats on racks in my eyes…grrrrrrrrr, growl!
Anyway, because it’s a little hard to see I decided that I didn’t want to chase bubbles in the ditches, Boomer wanted to smell what he could and I knew there were rabbits and squirrels living over there so off we went.
Things were going on pretty well…we found lots of cool odors out there, saw that the bunny family had made a home in Dad’s roller (they were too far in for us to get a good look at them), found that the squirrel family was hanging out in the leveler, and that about 40 million mice had scampered all over the place.
We didn’t bark or anything like that…barking with Dad always gets us yelled at “FUZZY!! Boomer!!! That is enough! You Dogs don’t need to be barking!” So we don’t!
We were having a really great time when suddenly over the hill 6 coyotes came running right at us! They were between us and Dad! We didn’t have any warning; they were just there lean, dark, shaggy and mean looking. Quickly I grabbed Boomer by the collar and drug him behind the stack wagon. I whispered to Boom that we needed to get to Dad fast and asked him if he could see Dad.
Boomer whispered back that he could see and hear Dad but Dad was busy picking up the tubes and setting them down so Dad didn’t know the coyotes were close by.
The coyotes started milling around sniffing the ground, I hoped not for us. Boom and I waited; it seemed like forever, Dad was still busy. The coyotes started catching the mice, we could hear the snap and the crunch as they ate their dinner, then they started yipping to each other. “I have some, come over here, this is the nest of about twenty…yip! Yip! Yip! Loud they were.
When they started that Boomer and I made a dash for Dad…we didn’t want to be the rest of their dinner!
Whew! We made it just as Dad started up the four-wheeler heading for home. I don’t run like I used to either, but Dad came by and picked me up. As he was picking me up I looked over where the coyotes were … they had vanished.
Good.
Dad said it was a good thing we dogs were close by or we could have been coyote food. I don’t think he realized how far away from him we really were.
Boomer told me later that he was really scared…those animals are big and snarly and wild.
Whew.
He is right.
Fuzzy
Life on a Colorado Farm 