Each day we are moving closer and closer to fall…there is a wee nip in the air come first light, enough to make Boomer, Sam and Mindy curl into balls to keep warm. Those silly furry things still want to sleep outside, but soon they will [all] choose the warmed of the house.
It was 51* f here (10.55 c) when we got up this morning. Very odd for August. More like September…late September.
Still the view on the farm is green and gentle; the mild air warming up to a soft and lovely warmth.
Terry is baling hay in the lingering dew…too much and the bales will rot, not enough and the leaves fall off the stem, making the hay useless. So carefully, at just the right time, the dried alfalfa is gathered by the baler and smashed into bales spreading that fresh hay smell throughout the farm.
Then later in the day we—and yes it is a true ‘we’— have been working on laying steel for the extension to the other building.
And I have begun painting the trim on the house. I want to get it done so I can paint some of the lawn furniture. I also need to go down to the other place and paint the old chicken house. I’ve been wanting to do that for several years, but can never seem to get the time. I’m hoping this is the year I can get it done!
Anyway, not much going on here with the crops…changing water the big thing and the consistent work.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,