But is also is a very busy place. I am late posting today because of so many calls upon my time.
We stir early, early. The day is not even waking, when we stir to life and the farm is whirred into action like a freshly wound clock; the cogs and wheels shifting and spinning until the night rises to meet the day. Then it starts all over again just like magic the next day.
We are working on the mud ditch. What a huge messy job. Terry got the a few of the dams out, I helped with the gated pipe—but we still have to pick up all the syphon tubes. Maybe later this afternoon.
We had several little rain storms move through our place last night. We were out cutting firewood—still several more days to go—when the downpours occurred. Not good for the pulled beans, but it is what it is. We just move on forward.
I saw a sundog while we were cutting firewood… a cool down is on its way. The oldtimers say in three days.
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,