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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 TLC Cai-Cai. Our sweet kitty who helps keep the farm safe. 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

You Get By with a Little Help from Friends —- Sunday, August 14, 2022

Every time I see rainbows I think of you.  We had this beauty on Sunday afternoon.
Have a great week!
B Caldwell/Caldwell Farms
WOW!  Thank you so much, Rita!!!
From My World to each of Yours!

The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai and Boo Berry —SCATTER— Chapter Three, Friday, August 12, 2022

I get this “Scatter” thing, Boo Berry Betty.  I always scatter when there is a HUGE BIG MOTOR somewhere close.

I mean like RUUUUUUUUUUUUN!  Is the word.

And RUN to the house is the answer.

Hiding in the house is the only way to go.


Sometimes in the house—

MOM does the unthinkable!!!


When that happens you and I have to


TLC Cai-Cai

In Case You were Wondering—- Thursday, August 11, 2022

We are finishing up the the second cutting of the second field

One more field to cut, bale, stack, sell—

(We get three cutting per field a year)

In the middle of the haying now.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Be Grateful for the Sunlight — Wednesday, August 10, 2022

Always grateful.

For sunlight gives to us the beauty of our land

In such a way

Not only our hearts can feel the gift

The sunlight becomes tactile filling our souls and our consciousness.

From my Heart to your Heart,



Not So Long Ago — Tuesday, August 9, 2022

“Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable”–Mary Oliver 

Not so long ago–we were enjoying days that lasted long, long, long

And now our days are shortening—

heading us closer to that time of little daylight

But for, right now, in August—we are experiencing heat! Oh, how I love Summer,

But, for the first time EVER!

The heat is doing me in.


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Seize the Day — Sunday, August 7, 2022

We loaded up the 730

And headed up the Montrose Fair Grounds

Where Terry pulled 70% of his tractors’ weight.

It was a very fun evening!

Carpe Diem—grab the opportunity while it is here!

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,


The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai and Boo Berry —SCATTER— Chapter Two, Friday, August 5, 2022

“Boo Berry Betty,” Mom called.

“Come now.  The hens need to get out and go scratch around.

Come On.  Leave them alone.”

What?!?! Stop?  I haven’t even started.

I’m just standing here in front of the chicken house, not doing anything.

“Boo Berry,” Mom swooped down and picked me up.

“No herding chickens until I tell you.”

Off we went to the sidewalk.

Then Mom put me down.

“Here you go.  Stay around here and play.”

Then Mom went to mow the lawn and I



“IN MOM!  IN!”

Whew, Thank Heavens.

In.  Mom can do her thing WITHOUT ME!!!

Boo Berry Betty

Euphoria —- Thursday, August 4, 2022

“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”–Paulo Coelho

The sun was just right…shining heavily in the west

When I noticed the absolute stillness of the herb garden

And the busy, busy, brisk, buzzing of a very wonderful bumble bee

As I stood still in this small enchanted place

I realized, sometimes sanctuary,

Is made up of peaceful sounds, the trilling of happy birds, a slight breeze,

and Color.

Creating an enchanting little place free from all the problems of other people;  sharing in the obscure tiny lives of tiny little souls who live there.

From my world to your heart,





Bright, Wonderful, Awe-Inspiring —- Wednesday, August 3, 2022

There is a time of day

Sometimes at the beginning of the day

Sometimes at the end of the day.

But always, always, no matter the ending or the beginning that special time is ephemeral, gradually perishing until only a memory.

( I really need to paint the house—sigh)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,