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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. And Boo Berry Betty, a breeder dog learning to be a Farm Dog! 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

Soon, Very Soon, Sunday, October 10, 2021

The weather people are telling us

We are in the very last days of Summer.

Any time now…any time

A visit from Jack Frost will arrive.

Bringing with it lots and lots of snow for the mountains

And hard killing frosts, causing our temperatures to drop from the high 60’s into the low 50’s

These are the last days of Summer glimmering in the clouds, the sky, and on the land.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Life at Ten Months Old—Chapter One, Autumn, Fall, Or Whatever You call It, Friday with TLC Cai-Cai, October 8, 2021

Mom says I’m ten months old now.  Ten Months.

I’ve been with Mom and Dad since I was 6 or 7 weeks old.  That’s a long time. And it’s been a good time.  I’m very glad I have Mom and Dad.

I’m also very glad my human sister found me wandering around in a parking lot in a very big city called Grand Junction. I was really, really, I mean REALLY hungry, scared, and missing my real Mom.

I really don’t know what happened—why I was thrown away at such a tiny, tiny age, but I was.

I used to have Mindy Kit-Cat Brown, but she left. Mom was really sad and upset for a very long time.

Neither Mom and I understand why Mindy had to leave, I wanted to be her friend and everything.  Mom said Mindy decided to go, that she got jealous (whatever that is) and wanted a different life.

I’m sorry.  This is a really nice life.  I would share it with her.

Anyway, back to being 10 Months Old.

WHAT a great time I’ve been having—there are birds to chase, mice to capture and toss in the air, and grasshopper–-GREAT BIG GRASSHOPPERS!  They hop AND fly.

But for some reason…most of the birds are gone, the mice aren’t I still find lots and lots of mice, and a random stiff grasshopper.

Mom says it’s because it’s turning cold outside.

Which brings me too now!

The sun has started taking a LONG time to wake up!  A LONG TIME.

Mom won’t let me go outside until the sun is UP!  She says I have to wait until all the wild cats,

the foxes, and the

coyotes have gone to bed. Then I can go outside and play.

I go outside! The minute she will let me! I RUN out the door and I don’t come back until I get hungry.  And that happens in about an hour or two.

Sometimes Mom and Dad go to town.  If Mom is riding to town with Dad, then I get to GO!  Mom puts my green harness on with the long leash I like to bite and chew on.  Loads me up on her lap and we are OFF!

It’s not my favorite thing to do, but I do rather enjoy it.  I like looking at all the green things out the window, the people at the stores, but I hide when there are loud trucks and such around. I hide by putting my head in Mom’s elbow. Then when the sound is gone, I sit back up and look at everything.

Back home I help Dad and I help Mom, but mostly I look for things to play with.

Play is my work you see.

TLC Cai-Cai

 

It Rained During the Early Morning Hours —- Thursday, October 7, 2021

The early morning rain brought a slightly clearing sky

The hint, just a wee hint, but still a hint

Of a turn coming

It probably won’t be long now until a killing frost arrives.

Until then, we will enjoy perfect early Autumn days

Where even the nasty weeds look attractive. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda 

My Heart is Happy —Wednesday, October 6, 2021

The operation went well.  I’m am sure that each and every one of you helped.  After all, if enough people pray–then all the prayers become solid and real.

Now Terry will continue to rest, let the whisperings of healing fill each and every fiber of his being.

Thank you, all for your wishes, thoughts, and prayers for a good surgery and for healing.

Each of you is so amazingly wonderful.

From my HEART to your Heart,

Linda

 

If I’m Not Here Tuesday, Monday, October 4, 2021

Today, Monday, Terry goes in for a hernia operation.

It will be good to get this hernia fixed

It’s an in-and-out operation, so I should be back tomorrow.

But, just in case I’m not

You will know why.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Cloud Sat Down on the Farm —- Sunday, October 3, 2021

We woke up to fog one day after the rain

The world is all silent and close

Moisture settling all around us, and on  us,

The quiet washing the world anew!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Farm Life Series 10, Corn, Friday, October 1, 2021

“Let’s Go Outside, TLC Cai-Cai.  I’m sure you can find lots to do.” Mom picked me up and took me outside with her.  Then while Mom worked on the flower bed beside the red rocks, I hung out with her.

Tell me more about the farm, Mom.  I’m still learning. I purred, wrapping myself around her legs, getting between her and the weeds, purring and purring.

“Okay, you sweet loving kitty. Let’s go have a sit and I will give you a wee farm lesson.  Gosh, today you are 10 months old. (We really don’t know your day of birth, but the vet thinks you were born very close to the 1 Day of January, so we are going with that.)”

“Happy Ten Months, Dear Kitty!”

“Now, let’s see,” Mom put me on her lap and started petting me, “the farm.  We talked about the hay, the big loud things that do stuff, and the fact we raise. Corn.  I’ll tell you about corn.

Corn is our very most important crop.  It’s the crop that takes us from paycheck to paycheck.  For a Corn paycheck,  that means a paycheck in December (usually—one year it didn’t mean that, but that is another story for another time.)

That paycheck in December takes the farm and everything on the farm clear through the whole year until the next paycheck in the next year’s December.

The corn crop Starts in January.  Yes, it does.  That is when Dad sits down, figures out how many acres he wants to grow the corn on, then he figures out how many seeds he needs to purchase from the seed supplier.  The seeds make up all the bushels/tons of corn he will sell.

Then he starts watching the corn market.  By the end of February, he knows (has a general idea, anyway) the amount of corn he wants to plants, will the crop will bring when he harvests the corn in late fall…that can be late October, or in November, or December.

By March the cows have left the cow hotel, so it’s time for Dad to work the ground.  First, he disks the cow manure and all the left-over stalks of everything up — chopping everything into tiny little bits.

After that, he hooks up the plow and turns all the chopped-up bits over into big slabs of dirt to mellow out and feed the earth.

After all the soil dries, he goes back in and rolls the ground flat.  This is so he can get a good clean place to work with.

Now it’s time to level the fields so he can get ready to start the water.  Leveling makes sure there are no humps and bumps in the field so when the water starts it will run right through the furrows from the beginning to end, not washing out the seeds or pooling up somewhere along the way.”

I rather stopped listening, I even stopped purring, but I didn’t go to sleep.  If I went to sleep Mom would sit me aside and go back to work.

I reached up and patted Mom.

Mom chuckled.

“Okay, after the leveling, it’s time to mark up the furrows and Start the Water.

  Then we wait for that to dry a wee bit, after which Dad plants the seeds.  Lots of work in the spring.

When the little seeds get to growing and have four leaves…

Dad will go out and cultivate the rows…which means get rid of the weeds.  Then he marks it out again and we start the water again.

We irrigate all the time, moving the water across the fields, onto other fields, then back again.  All summer long.

The corn grows and grows and grows…. finally getting to a spot in the fall where Dad takes the water away because the plant is so big and so mature it can no longer take in any more water into itself.

Then we wait.  It’s a little bit of downtime…time to get caught up on other things (of course the other crops have needs too, but we are just talking about corn right now)

Then in late October, or sometime in November, possibly December we harvest the corn.

We talked about that earlier when I was explaining how you need to stay away from the big machines on the farm.

So, there you have it, My Darling Sparkling little kitty. Corn. The big crop on the farm.

Mom gave me a kiss on the nose and put me down on the red rocks, now it’s time for you and me to get something done around here.

So, Mom and I got busy!

 

TLC Cai-Cai

 

Blink — Time Moving Forward, Thursday, September 30, 2021

Gosh, here we are the last day of September.

Tomorrow is October.

The shadows in Autumn are just a little bit thicker now

A little bit darker, the light from the sun more brilliant

The air holds a chill much easier

Although, the middle of the day holds a tad touch of Summer

I must confess, the only time of the year, the weeds are sorta kinda pretty.

Blink…time is moving fast.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Clouds Built Up —- Wednesday, September 29, 2021

And the wind rustled the grasses

Then noisy fat drops of rain fell

Not a lot of drops, but a nice amount, to clear the air.

Lovely Autumn rain.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Underneath the Changing Season —- Tuesday, September 28, 2021

There is a quietness descending on the land now,

You can feel it as we finish up the summer work

There is a dreamy, wistful feel about the land, the sky, the air, everywhere

You can see it in the gathering colors of the plants, glittering here and there

It’s a dreamy, rather suspended feeling

The sun moving toward the southern part of the sky

The smoke from the fires lessening

The gradually falling leaves confirm….an

The icy winter storms are lurking there…just there. Waiting to become more.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda