The sound of the tractor adds to the un-silence of the land.
Terry planted the pinto beans five days ago, and today he is Mormon Creasing the field. By that he is taking taking the top off the row and smoothing out the top of the row so the little plants can work their way through a smaller amount of soil.
He also planted a new alfalfa field, which will make us two fields of alfalfa. Although, the new field won’t be ready until next year. There will be a possible cutting in September, but sometimes he doesn’t cut it; allowing the cows to graze it off instead.
This makes the whole farm in production. Finally. Everything is some form of growth or another.
The irrigation water sparkles and splashing it’s way down each furrow cool and free.
Tomorrow or Wednesday (depending on the weather) it will be time to cut the alfalfa
next to our house. Then the air will be scented with green alfalfa drying into lovely hay.
I will leave all the windows open in the house so the perfume fills our rooms and scents our sleep.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,