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My name is Linda Brown. I live on a farm on the western slope of Colorado, in the high mountain desert. I’ve lived here all my life, hailing back four generations on my father’s side. Today I blog about our farm, the everyday activities that keep the farm going. I also write about my thoughts and dreams and goals. On Friday’s I always write about our two farm dogs (Fuzzy and Boomer) and their take of their life on our farm. The lovely thing about blogging it opens the world up for all of us to reach out and meet people from many different cultures and different ways of life. You can find me every day (but Saturday) at https://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com/ Your Friend on a Western Colorado Farm, Linda Brown

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter 11

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

                     Chapter 11

Morning came all wet and dreary.

Dreary and wet.

And cold.

I felt all shivery inside and hungry.

I mean, after all, I NEVER sleep outside unless I just want to. I sleep inside on my really soft orthopedic bed!  And if I get cold Mom will cover me up with a blanket!

If I DO decide to go outside and sleep, it’s in the SUMMER TIME and it’s HOT in the house.  Then I sleep in my really comfy dog house on a nice fluffy bed.

This morning I was all a tremble because I have very short fur, and not so furry tail and I have very short fur, which is really HOUSE fur…not outside fur.

I have decided this doing nothing is getting real old.

And on top of all this there is no BREAKFAST!

None!

No cereal and no turkey sausage.

NOTHING!

Okay.  I didn’t say this to Momma Fox and Kit, because, after all they stay out here ALL the time…wind, rain, snow…sunshine…you name it.  I really don’t think they would understand or even CARE if I told them about my beds or my food.

BUT I did think it…I really did.

“HEY, Boomer! Let’s go down and look at the creek, I can hear it roaring and crashing and thundering …maybe there will be breakfast down there.”

Breakfast…my tummy growled and my ears perked up.

“Okay, breakfast sounds like a very good idea.”

Kit and I took off up the hill, down the hill, over the hill with all the ant piles to the creek.

“WOW! That’s huge!  That’s a HUGE amount of water!”  Kit just stopped and stared at the little tiny creek that was now a HUGE RAGING amount of water.

I stopped and stared with him.

It’s huge and swift and just amazing.  I don’t think I have ever seen so much foamy water in that little creek ever!

I stood there mesmerized.

Gosh…how am I ever going to make it home to mom?

I wonder how long it will take before the raging river will become the little creek I like to paddle around in.

I just stared.

Turning to Kit I started to say something when I saw him stop, jump and bite down on something…

“BREAKFAST!” Kit hollered at me with his mouth full.  “Mice! Grab a couple!”

I just looked at kit with the mouse tail hanging out of his mouth…for all the world and a day he looked just like Mindy cat.

“Okay,” I replied.  Putting my nose to the ground.  I started sniffing around, but to be honest with you…I really didn’t try to find any mice.

While I was sniffing around I got this idea that I maybe, just maybe I could find a way to get over this raging water and find my way back home.

Taking my nose, my paws and my brain I headed down the creek thinking if I could get to the area where the creek narrows down I could maybe jump over to the other side.

“Hey, Kit! I’m going to go see if I can find a way to get over the creek and then maybe get to the other side.” I yelped.

“You go ahead, Boomer.  I’m not in any hurry to leave here.  The snacks are plentiful.  I’ll just stay with Mom.  See you around sometime, Boom!”  Kit went back to pouncing and eating.

I put my nose to the ground and started sniffing my way along the edge of the creek searching for a narrow spot which would allow me the chance to get on-too the other side.

And on the way home!

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We Left Early This Morning—-Thursday, October 19, 2017

Once more I will be gone, early, early, by the time you read this.

Yesterday afternoon Terry and l loaded up the trailer and the truck and headed up to Montrose to sell the metal we have gathering here and there on our farm.

I always find the HUGE equipment up there amazing.  There really isn’t anything they can’t pick up and place in some of their piles waiting to go to the recycle of metal places back east.

It’s all pretty cool to watch.

I’ve posted something like this before, this yard really doesn’t change..just the stuff we haul up there.

Also a neat service/business they have…we get rid of the metal, make a little money off it, they sell the metal and make a little more money.  Whoever buys the metal melts it all down and changes it back into something useable.

Pretty cool I think.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm.

Linda

By the Time You Read This — Wednesday, October 18, 2017

By the time you read this Shannon and I will be on our way to the County Dump—-they want to be called the County Landfill now, but you and I know what it really is.

The photo above is borrowed from the internet…it is a gettyimage

You can follow the blue words to see more photos.

Have a gone one,

Linda

The Pulsing Ebb and Flow of Light Filled Wonder—Tuesday, October 17, 2017

This world is a wonder…really!  Every single day —  trapped in ordinariness–the little sparks of joy are softly veiled waiting for us to see them

Like the fluttering of a leaf on the wind

Or a ride in a stormy night

Our days move minute by minute, in a deep humming, like webs of music — and our beating hearts

If we just take the time to look, feel and listen —there in the silence, which really isn’t silent

Wonder is there— in the sparkle of the lasting stars, at the moon’s edge, in the black silver night

 

The glimpses of beauty are there.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

In Fading Glow of Sunlight—-Monday, October 16, 2017

My yard is split into rooms/gardens….the first one (as you drive in) is what I call the

corral garden, then moving around the wood pile and the picket fence is the bird station feeding area, next the sidewalk garden (which I am going change next spring–I’m tired of weeding it),

followed by the East Gardens

Then moving to the west of the house is the large sundial garden full of, now frozen, 4 O’clocks,and then hidden between the tile house and the mechanics shed is a little spot of tranquility.

It’s a delightful little place; perfect for silence and solitude, sometimes something hard to come by…but here they are within reach

 

While I was sitting in the gentle dying of the day, Sunday,  I looked up at the remaining leaves of the Apricot tree and saw a little bird-shaped leaf

Tilting my head back a little further I saw a heart-shaped leaf.  The dwindling sunlight was the most beautiful apricot shading into orange I had not seen for awhile.

It was so beautiful I used it for my headers yesterday. If you look closely you can see the heart just above the bird…

Quietness, stillness, rest— this space is fill with solitude, gentle softly falling leaves and the silence of Autumn trembling on the edge of winter.

A beautiful place of peace!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Restless and a Wee Apprehensive—Sunday, October 14, 2017

For some reason I seem to be experiencing a vague foreboding.  Like a small cloud of some sort of oppression— a hovering chill; trouble looking for somewhere to strike–maybe around the next turn.

I have no idea what it is, or why…but it’s there…riding the winds from the north

Our autumn days wax and wane from warm to cold and back again to repeat as the leaves change and flutter to the ground.  There is a tingle to air promising winter is not far off now.

On chill days the wood stove heats the house; two cats and our dog; and a toasting husband.  The knots of burning elm tick faintly as they pop and burn warming the air.

And still I feel it…that unsettled feeling…like the night air breathing on my neck. (If I were a cat my fur would be lifted in alarm.)

Oh, well…I continue forward.  There is nothing much else to do…we ride out checking the corn, measuring the dryness (16%—when it reaches 15% we can start harvesting)

Sitting around worrying is time wasted.

We ride (skimming) through the farm, on roads which which sometimes look like wild pathways…over the Coyote trails and onto Coyote Hill… the little trip makes me think of all the old, ancient ones who walked here way before me.

For this I give thanks, ask for protection for this land I love, all the living things on it, and for my husband and children and the children of my children, and you, my friends; protection and safety for you, also.

Then I wait…maybe whatever this feeling is will dissipate and go away.

The warmth of a light heart will return— I can travel each day with ease.

I am ready for that time to come!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter 10

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

 

Chapter 10

What a cold wet night!

It rained.

It thundered.

The lightening flashed and zinged and sizzled, blinding Momma Fox, Kit and myself.

Momma Fox and Kit didn’t act like anything bothered them.  They curled up in an old abandoned coyote hole, wrapped their big bushy tails around their eyes and

WENT TO SLEEP!’!”!

The old coyote den was big enough for me, the two fox and whatever else might be in there with us.

I sat by the hole in the den, belly to the ground, head up, eyes open and ears HELD WAY UP trying to catch any sort of sound that just might, maybe, hopefully could be Mom calling me.

Even Dad calling…Dad or Mom calling would be a good thing.

If I heard either one, or both of them, I would pick up my little beaglie legs and high-tail it to them as fast as I could.

Yes I would!

No fool’n around…just jump right up, bark a good-bye to Kit and Momma Fox and head toward Mom, Dad or Mom and Dad’s voices!

BAM!

ZING!

CRASH!
If I had a long busy tail I would cover my eyes also!

Ah..No I wouldn’t…I didn’t want to miss Mom heading down the hill covered with ant piles heading toward the Forest…Mom wouldn’t be able to find me if I didn’t keep an eye out for her!

The wind roared causing the trees in the forest to bend and sway, creak and groan…

CRACK!

Low growling rumble and then another

FLASH!!!

I looked out of the den hole and saw sheets of rain pouring down, walls of rain…even large bouncing balls of ice splattered onto the soil in front of the coyote hole.

The wind screamed, the rain poured, the nasty ice balls stopped and more rain pelted down in their place.

The night wore on, the storm raged and raged and raged.

There I lay a tiny soul lost in the Forest, in a coyote den with TWO fox.  Who would ever believe THAT!?!?!?

A tiny tear rolled down my left cheek and dropped onto the dirt floor…I MISS MOM!!!

 

A Walk in Tranquility—Thursday, October 12, 2017

The storms have left (for a spell, anyway).

The mornings now wake to bright October sun, frost laying heavy in the indigo-blue of the shadows and as thick sparkling shards of light everywhere else.

This is all good for the drying stems of corn,

And the bright yellow/gold ears hanging down toward the ground (harvest will start sometime in November or December for our corn–fingers crossed!)

The corn fields are still visited regularly

Providing food and shelter in the rustling leaves

The night world is busy…ever so busy

The wild creatures fill the space between dark and light

 Always on the search for food

Boomie and I and Mindy-cat walk along ever so silently — along the farm roads by the drying corn.  Listening to the music of the rustling of the rustling corn leaves and watching for

Those creatures who live on this bountiful and blessed farm!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

High in the Leaves Dreaming—Wednesday, October 11, 2017

We were in Delta, Thursday afternoon, when we drove down a side street and saw a HUGE group of people gathered on a sidewalk corner staring, pointing, and taking photos.

Coming to a stop at the stop sign we lookedto where everyone was pointing and we saw

A BEAR!

Here is a story about the bear.

And how it all ended!

What a huge beautiful bear!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

On a Ripe Autumn Day—Tuesday, October 10, 2017

We are using the woodstove for heat now.  It feels warm and rich and luxurious

I thought I would bring you up-to-date on our building project

The doors are up

The roof is on and most of the sides are up

We made it clear to this point before the cold insane wind came—complete with rain and huge sloppy snowflakes

 

Today is cold, but we will start again.  It’s almost done on the outside.  Then we can start work on the inside.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda