The rhythm of our life
The Joy upon our faces and
the sunshine on the land
Morning, noon, and night.
This is the rhythm of our days
The rhythm of the land
The daily rhythm
Even in the way dark of the night
We spend it chasing water
This is the rhythm of our lives!
(Pretty bad, but I couldn’t get that song the Rhythm of the Night out of my head—tee hee)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
I think you did a good job with your version of the song. The love you have for your life on the farm shines through the words and the photos.
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It’s a good thing we love it…for it takes up every hour of every day and part of the night 🙂
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So much better that than, oh I dunno, “Bat Out of Hell” maybe.
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Chuckle…Tee hee! YEP!
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But now I’ll have an earworm all day.
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I know! It was driving me bats!!!
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uh, dumb question: i’ve seen those “u” shaped (or “s” maybe) smaller pipes coming out of the bigger ditch(es) to water the field: how do you siphon those? a portable gas-powered pump?
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Nope, just you hand flat on a submerged tube, then quickly flipped over the side! 🙂
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easier than i wood-a thunkkit ! (thanx 4 X-plan)
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Yep!
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You made me giggle! Love seeing your pics .. and look at that water! Boomer sitting in his usual spot! Perfect 😃
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Boomer found something nasty to roll in the other night so now he has to stay ‘right by me’…he finds staying right by me very boring! 🙂
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Ha ha serves him right 😃
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Now he has to sit right by me when I work in the field…he is not a happy camper.
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