Everything is starting to wind down now.
The farmer’s around, who grown onions are now harvesting, the sweet corn harvest is over, and the big ranchers are chopping ensilage/silage, plus the pinto beans and soybean harvest is underway.
The air is different, washing the world in a golden misty light
The morning mist is chilly; the air still. Although, it does burn off quickly;
Coats required for a spell.
True Summer is now fading like a dream.
I keep putting out food for my cute little creatures—
Not daily, but every once in a while…
I don’t want them to become dependent, but I do want them to go into winter fat!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,