The header is the photo of the flat lands, our cows LOVED being up there and just hanging out. We like to go to the Rocky Point and ‘take a break’, there is something really restful about this part of the farm.
We call spring work—everything that must be done until the tractor can’t get in there anymore. After that we just irrigate, until harvest time.
Summer work is irrigation
Fall is harvest, although, the corn harvest the last couple have years has been way into winter. Still we consider it fall, until the corn is in.
This is the last cultivation of this field—I call it the Middle Field, Terry calls it by it’s acres.
Cultivation has to stop when the corn is as tall as the bottom of the tractor’s little wheels, to try to run the tractor down after that will result in killing the growing corn.
No more tractor work on this field. The next time something big is on this field will be the combine at harvest time.
This field has a little more growing to go, then it will be done.
The pinto beans are looking GOOD! There is still tractor work–cultivation–on these little guys, but it will stop once the plants are bushy. With this heat it won’t that long.
Our alfalfa hay is getting up to eight leaves. (I forgot to take a photo of it)
Then, of course, there are always those things that tend to slow ya down… (The tractor making the ditch slipped off and got stuck.
It didn’t take long to get him out. Just a little slow down.
Then back to the house I go!
Your friend on a farm in western Colorado 🙂
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
I’m guessing Terry doesn’t wear nail polish, so we know who’s driving in that last shot!
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True! Nail polish and me!
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What an art farming is
You and Terry are Artists
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Well, I’m not…but Terry is!
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I love how you have certain chores to fill each season.
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Terry thinks Spring goes on forever and ever. Me…I think fall harvest seems too.
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I know I have said it before Linda but just amazing how different life is on your farm to ours. We have no arable land at all, we are all grass – and this means silage at this time of year. Tonight the farmer is leading in the last of the first crop. He always keeps one field (the paddock) so that he can try to make a bit of hay (for old times sake really) – sometimes he manages it, sometimes rain threatens and he has to make silage instead.
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As rain and making hay, seems that is the bane of real hay the world over!
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Love to see a hand with nail polish driving a tractor! Makes me smile 🙂
Our heat and sun have gone over to visit you, it seems! I’m worried for our pintos – still only two true leaves.
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Ours are small also…only four leaves and you are behind us….
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Don’t you love those “come help me get unstuck” calls. Glad things are growing well, your Bossman looks happy!!
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I know you understand the same call…the hand signals are the worst.
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you all know what you’re doing…and know to expect the unexpected, too. 🙂
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Linda to the rescue! Nice polish 😃 farming sure is an art! Hugs
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Sometimes I wish we had a hired man…then I realize I AM the hired man! 🙂
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Lol …
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Your fields are looking good! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Are your grinto beans on beds? They are looking really good with a thick germination.
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Yes. We water in the furrows.
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