I’m slow today. Well, not slow for the day, but slow getting up here to post my blog. We are still working on the ditches and had a few things to do before Terry could take out the tractor.
(Sometimes I’m early, very early, because…well, I just can’t sleep at night. The stay awake and toss and turn thing so I get up and write a post to you.)
Terry is doing the tractor work, so I came in to visit a spell with you.
Then we worked on digging out the orange dams in the mud ditches. Always, always a huge job. We have two more to go, but stopped for spell. Now that we are ‘elderly’ we have to pace ourselves. Ten years ago the story would have been much different.
We worked in a sky full of color and rainbows!
It sure made our work go easier!
As we worked I started thinking how the year is slowly drifting into winter, but before the winter chill and frigid temperatures, the stunning beauty of fall blooms before our very eyes, the last of summer bursting forth in random elegance and grace, blessing our lives, if we just care to see.
As always your friend, on a western Colorado farm,