Monthly Archives: September 2019

In the Sun and Clouds We Worked—Wednesday, September 18, 2019

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We were over working on some fencing needs

Off and on all day yesterday

We were in the rich pastures

And along the bottom of the hillsides

Back and forth, checking fences, bringing things needed to repair them, bringing trash back home

It was a good feeling to be out in the golden world,

The air was spiced with the mix of weeds, wild alfalfa, and corn pollen

The sun warmed the day and a cooling breeze kept us refreshed

The air is full of sounds of fat pollen-covered bees, nasty grasshopper wings, and the fluttering of butterflies.

Then over-head, in the middle of a large color muting cloud, was the first of the big winter birds; the Canada Geese!

Winter is not far away now.

Welcome Back You Big Beautiful Birds!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

There Arching Across the Sky —- Tuesday, September 17, 2019

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Off and on for a few days, we have had clouds, then splatters of rain, or nothing,

Just beautiful clouds.

I’m still painting in the house.  I, now, have the back porch, the kitchen and the fireplace room painted.

I need to rest my shoulder for a few days before I start again.

Last Sunday I received two gifts, one from my daughter, Kimberly, who took the photo

Of a double rainbow as we were all driving home from the Black Canyon

Then another one from her husband, Cliff; I received that same evening.

Very welcome Rainbows, perfect blessings of magic.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

In the Search of Shadows — Monday, September 16, 2019

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I went about for a few days looking for shadows

They were not hard to find, as long as one, timed the time correctly

They were here and there, giving pleasure just by looking

(Boomer asked me if his shadow really was that fat.  I told him the shadow was, that is all 🙂  ) 

The fullness of Summer is now long past

Time rushing by like the sloughing of a wind

The light is mellow, no longer a brilliant gold

The shadows deeper

Bringing a chill with them in the early morn

Each day the sun rises later and sinks quicker

With a growing coolness to the air

Promising soon, real soon, hang on…it won’t be long now…until frost descends on the land.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

 

Water- Gladness to the Heart, the Land, and to Our Eyes — Sunday, September 15, 2019

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Our daughter, Kimberly, and son-in-law, Cliff had never been to the East Portal of the Black Canyon so last Sunday Terry and I gathered them up and drove to see where our irrigation water begins.

The Diversion tunnel took ten years to complete, in awful conditions with very basic tools and the technology in the years 1899-1909

Everyone is always amazed at the road just getting to the bottom of the canyon, which is pretty much the road the team and wagons traveled way back when. (It’s a tad scary, just so you know)

The engineering was stunning in the fact the tunnel is almost 6 miles long, through solid rock and soft unstable ground meeting within inches in the middle. The town of LaJane (no longer here) was on the end with the soft soil. (LaJane is pronounced Lu-wan)

Besides the amazing undertaking to get the irrigation water from the Black Canyon to the farm grounds in Montrose and Delta

The views and the history of the canyon are astounding.

The management of the Diversion Tunnel and the water that flows through it is by the Uncompahgre Valley Water Users

One of the ditch riders and his family live in the house in the canyon. He takes care of the dam, the water flow, and other specialized requirements.

The sound of roaring water, the magnificent black walls

Made for a beautiful Sunday afternoon.

Then to round out the fullness of the day, we saw a Rainbow!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— The Things I Do, by Mindy the Cat—Friday, September 13, 2019

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Hello!  It’s Me, Mindy-Lou, Min-Min, Kit-Cat Brown.  Boomer is taking a rest today so; I get to talk!

My days are Full! Full! FULL!

Often times throughout the day I go out to the haystack yard and check to see if there are any mice out there I can catch and eat!

(Eating is the best part of catching, don’t ya, know!)

Then I prowl around in Mom’s gardens…

sometimes I chase birds, that ALWAYS get me scolded.

I like to work with Dad in his shops—so, of course,

I have to walk out to the shops to see if Dad is out there.

Lately, it has been getting COLD at night.  Usually, Mom invites me in, but during the warm times I like to stay out all night, then come inside and sleep most of the morning.

If I can’t get Mom to let me in the dark of the night,

(when I am good and ready—not when Mom asks me to come in), I have to walk around to the room we sleep in and YOWL REALLY LOUD!

I do that until Mom comes outside and hollers for me.  Then I run as fast as my kitty legs can take me into the house.

Last night Mom and I went for a long walk to see the moon.  Boomer didn’t want to go, he just looked at Mom, closed his eyes and slept in the house while we were gone.

Mom and I had a MARVELOUS time!


It was just perfect MOM and I!

Mindy the Cat

 

 

 

 

We Have Been Ever so Dry—-Thursday, September 12, 2019

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The wind kicks up the dust something fierce

And a quick ride down the farm roads always leave a rush of dust behind

But, the last few days have brought us rain clouds

And the beauty of a bright wonderous rainbow

Glinting in the sky!

What wonderful joy to see…Rainbows in the sky.  (Although, right here on our farm, we didn’t get any rain—but’s that’s okay we did get see Rainbows anyway)!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Gradually Their Time with Us is Fading—-Wednesday, September 10, 2019

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I have rapidly dwindled down to one hummingbird feeder

Although, I keep two up and filled to the brim.  It keeps fighting down, that way.

I’ve tried all season to capture a good photo of a little hummingbird in flight.  This is the best I can do.  It’s WAY hard to actually photo their bright little feathers, the cute little feets, the glinting sun off their wings.

But I tried anyway.

I hope they make it to warmer parts of our country soon.

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There was snow in the high country of Utah last night…the expected cold front moving in here today.

We won’t have snow right here, but the high mountains might.

Still, it will bring to us much cooler weather.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Fields of Yellow—Tuesday, September 10, 2019

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The Pinto bean fields are starting to turn yellow

It’s getting close—Pinto Bean Harvest.

And to go along with Fall—-a big fat Cat-Head Spider.  It seems we only really see them in the Autumn time.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Gift from Sweden—Monday, September 9, 2019

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Fall is singing its familiar song—warm, gusty days, then a cooldown of coat-wearing chill

The last irrigations are starting to take place

But, still, a joyful sign, is an Autumn Rainbow all the way from Sweden.

“Hello, Linda! Here is a rainbow for you from Sweden! Have a good sunny autumn! Greetings from Asta 😊“

Not just one rainbow, but a DOUBLE rainbow! Twice the beauty and joy all at once.

Thank you so much, Asta!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Wee Bit of This and thenThat—-Sunday, September 8, 2019

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When the day finally darkens down to a point I can no longer work outside

I’ve been working on an embroidery kit (which I’ve had for years and years)

I am now at the stage whereby I have started hand-quilting each square.  I have never quilted a day in my life.  But, Kate from Tall Tales from Chiconia is an outstanding mentor; so I’m now giving it a go.

The kit is not large 14 squares.  Once I get them hand-quilted, then I have to put them together…that is going to be the rub. But, I’m not going to worry about it until I get to that next step.  The quilt will be for my personal use, so if it isn’t perfect I don’t have to obsess about it.

Muddling onward I go. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda