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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 (now over the rainbow bridge) 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

A Walk in the Cold — Monday, January 27, 2020

Yesterday was a rare warm January afternoon…warming up enough we went for a walk just to savor the air

All that changed over-night.  We woke to fog and snow.  Lots and lots of snow. It’s beautiful

Still, yesterday was strangely lovely (game camera photo)

Then last evening the clouds rolled in; pushed along with a brisk wind, but before the swirling snow started

I went out to take a photo of the finger-nail shaped moon and one star close by

Boomer and I breathing in the cold air of the night

Your friend on western Colorado farm,

Linda

Looking at the World through Rose-Colored Light —- Sunday, January 26, 2020

I was out taking photos of the world 

As the air danced wildly in the color of pink. Stuffing my camera in my pocket, leaning down to pet that silly little beagle, I looked up to see the flash of the game camera.

I took out the chip and found our little family (Mindy, Myself, Boomer, and Terry) surround by the warm clear color of the palest red.

We were truly living in a rose-colored world. (until the sun fully set, that is 🙂  )

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Mindy and Boomer Have an Adventure Chapter Seven, Friday, January 24, 2020

Chapter Seven

This is SO much fun!

First, I climbed to the top of the haystack poles, then I ran across the top, got stuck for a little bit, but figured out that I could get back down if I went backward.

After all that climbing I decided to go into the combine and see if there were mice in there.  My tummy was growling at this point, you see.

In I went, first under the cab, then in the place where all the teeth are, nope.

Back into the BIG part where all the trash comes out and WHAM!  Mice everywhere.

Yum!
Slurp!
Gulp!

That was good.  Burp.

Okay, enough of that.

Back out onto the farm road.   Where I rolled around in the dirt for a spell.

Then JUMPED UP! And RAN to the ditch where the water can go one way, if Dad wants it too, or go another way.  Whatever Dad decides.  It’s really fun to crawl into the pipes and see how far I can go before I get scared and come back out.

Oh!  You didn’t read that.  I don’t get scared, I just get tired of not seeing daylight.

You understand I’m sure.

Shoot!  All the pipes are covered up and locked down.

Darn!

Okay….off I go down the dirt ditch then…I scrabble down the ditch as fast as I could go.

You never know…there may be mice in the ditch, or the grass OR Dad forgot to close off the cross-over pipe.  At WHICH point if he forgot…..I CAN GO TO THE OTHER SIDE!

 

Meanwhile—-

Seems Like Cows have the Same Perplexes as We Do — Thursday, January 23, 2020

Walking at the Upper End,

there I saw Three Paths; two diverged and one traveled close by.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves, no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
It’s rather nice to know that, even in the animal kingdoms, there are those who travel side-by-side or right behind; and some wander off on adventures of their own.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda

The Sky is still Frumpy with Winter —Wednesday, January 22, 2020

The birds of winter—-

Those delightful wandering large and small birds

Filling the air with their gossip and chatter

Shining brightly there in the sky

Filling our lawn with their busy searching and scratching

Then suddenly lifting up in a huge swoosh of wings

The tap-tap tapping on the bark of the very old Cottonwood tree fills the cold winter air

A pair of owls gently shake the branches of the same tree each evening as they call one to the other 

A blackbird, of some sort, rests in the branches waiting for submissive sun take back the sky from clouds

The crows tell all the secrets of the land.

Thank Heavens for the winter birds.  They make my winter life ever so much better.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Fingers Crossed — the Corner Turned, Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Finally!

Crossing my fingers on both hands (my toes, my arms, my legs, my eyes)

This is the THIRD day without jaw, tooth, nose, eye pain!

I still have a dull, nagging roar of pain under my ear…but OH! MY! The joy of the lessening of the rest of the pain!

I am so incredibly grateful for starting to experience ‘feeling good’ again.

Yay!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Farm Does Not Confine — Monday, January 20, 2020

Terry, Boomer and I took a wee walk-about on the farm one evening

The sun was just starting to set and the day birds and day animals were slowly losing their loud thrumming and calling — settling down upon the land

We walked upon cow trails, avoiding the very snowy farm road

Past the cement ditches waiting for the thaw

and slumbering fields

As the wild Canada geese winged their way onto our farm

And the Sandhill cranes bedded down for the night

Filling the air with their trilling calls

 

We gradually made our way back to the house.

Our farm, not confining but defining us, like all sacred places.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

After Being all in a Fluster, I can now be Fluffed Up :) —- Sunday, January 19, 2020

A thousand tiny minutes and lots of sewing (and taking out)

I got another quilt done.  Those terrible corners on the outside band drove me into a whirling, wheeling misery.

But…they are done now.  Thank Heavens.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm

Mindy and Boomer Have an Adventure Chapter Six

Chapter Six

I followed Mom to the kitchen door, she opened the door, held the door opened for me and said: “Do you want to come in, Boomie?”  I just looked at her and wagged my tail.  Just the tip of my tail.  I really didn’t want to come in and I didn’t want her to force me to come in.  At the same time, I didn’t want Mom to be mad at me for NOT wanting to come in.

“That’s okay, Boomie.  You don’t have to come in.”  she shut the door and was gone.

Now, it seems I was doing something before Mom came along.

What was it?

I put my nose to the ground and sniffed around trying to jog my memory.

“OH! YES!”  Mindy and I were going to have an adventure together.

“MINDY!” I bayed.  “MINDY!”

Nothing.

No Mindy.

I started searching here and there and everywhere.

UP one side of this and down one side of that.

Over to the fences,

down the roads,

up by the grain bins.

No Mindy.

No Mindy anywhere.

This is NOT good.

I think I had better sit down and ponder this problem. What I think I need to do is THINK LIKE A CAT!

OOOOOOO!  Now, this is rather hard to do.

Thinking like a cat.

Hummm

OH!  There is Dad—Mindy always likes to be with Dad.

I shoved off my old beaglie body, making it trot over to Dad.

Where is Mindy?  I looked and Looked and LOOKED!

No, Mindy.  Anywhere. No Mindy hiding close by or even far by.

I just sat down in total discouragement.

I really need to figure out where Mindy is-Night is coming on.  Night in the winter where hungry predators stalk.

 

Darn!  I have to find Mindy!  I got up and started walking to the grain bins to head out onto the farm.

If she isn’t in the farmyard, then she must be out on the farm.

 

Meanwhile …….

 

There are Some Things I JUST Do not Understand —- Thursday, January 16, 2020

A snowstorm is due in here this evening.  This I can understand

For I can see it in the sky, starting to develop, grow and draw closer to us

I don’t really understand numbers—although, Pythagoras, figured out that everything in and of and surrounding the earth is made of numbers (horrors)

So to his knowledge, a snowstorm is a math equation….ICK!

I also don’t understand money (money is numbers really), so, therefore, I don’t understand finance, markets, hedge funds, private equity, venture capital, basis points, bonds —–AAAAAAAAAACK!

But I do like to think, I understand stories.  And I like to tell the story I understand to you in photo form with words to help explain.

These things (words and pictures) help me show you the story of each and every day of my life and those who share my life with me.

So as the winter storm develops out of the mists of clouds and air…I share with you a bit of my life devoid of numbers.  🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda