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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

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Nine, Friday, August 21, 2020

Chapter Nine

Dad had ‘stuff’ to do in town.

So, Mom, Mindy,

and I hung out in the yard

with the hens.  Mom worked.

Mindy and I had ‘stuff’ to do.

Then Mom called me and asked if I wanted to go with her, to take some photos at the Upper End, or maybe the Back Forty, or who knows even over on the Rocky Point.

Or, shudder, Coyote Hill.

Sure, I bayed.

Off we went.

Mom saw Quails and Stewart.  Stanley wasn’t anywhere to be found.

I looked for him.  But nothing.

There were lots of birds

Even a hawk hunting, or was that a Buzzard?

Neither Mom nor I knew.

We drove around lots.  Mom would get off,

then I would get off, then Mom would take photos,

and I would sniff out the news.

Back home again we went.

It was fun.

Just Mom and I.

We were pulling in when we heard Dad coming home

Zoom, zoom,

Home came Dad. We were all home at the same time!

Once more…Mindy didn’t go.  Mindy doesn’t know what she misses.  

But Mindy says…That’s Okay.

She says I don’t know what I miss when I am gone!

So, instead of what Mom doesn’t know…

once more it is what Mindy doesn’t know.

“Who cares?” Mindy said as she scampered away.

 

 

Autumn Starting to Show —Thursday, August 20, 2020

Smoke still fills the sky, day and night, night and day…and the heat wears on and on and on…Wednesday we hit 104*f ( 40c)

But, in spite of all that

Fall is in the air. Yes, I know it’s still August, but the signs are still there

The Rabbit Brush is blooming…three weeks early

The trees are starting to lighten up, with bits of yellow poking through here and there

The pinto beans are turning yellow. Once all the plants are yellow the pinto bean harvest will begin.

The daylight is shrinking (sob)

The corn is starting to dent

Although we are still irrigating.  Once the corn is totally dented the water for the corn will stop.  There will not be a reason to keep the water on the corn; the plant stops taking in the water, the seeds are now made.

The only thing we will keep irrigating will be the three alfalfa fields.  Those we keep irrigating until sometime in October.

For you never want alfalfa to go into the winter thirsty if you do…you won’t have a field next spring.

 

 

Yes, Fall is in the air, (although this reluctant to break heat, would have a person think differently),

even the light has changed.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Unease Swaddles the Land — Wednesday, August 19, 2020

There are four HUGE fires burning in Colorado right now.

Map four large wildfires Colorado

https://wildfiretoday.com/2020/08/15/four-large-wildfires-keep-firefighters-in-colorado-busy/

https://www.cpr.org/2020/08/15/colorado-wildfire-updates-2020-evacuations-closures-size/

The smoke is settling everywhere

Clinging thick; swathing the world in a horrid shroud of death and destruction

Oppressive

Abundant

(this is the sun about 4:00 p.m.)

wearily blurring the eyes and burning the lungs

The smoke speaks volumes of what the firefighters are experiencing

And all living creatures caught in the path of the fires

And the poor trees, bushes, and other plants succumbing to the passion of the flames.

Then about 4 o’clock yesterday our local newspaper reported The Mille Creek Fire near Gunnison, Colorado 

Our world is sagging with the fires and the other-the-top heat (103*f —39.44c) plus the dry lightning.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

There Quietly Breathing; Waiting for Me —- Tuesday, August 18, 2020

 

While out doing ‘my work’ in the hayfield—wait I’m getting ahead of myself

When Terry bales, sometimes the bales coming out of the baler tip over-

Or twist…see the photo

So I go out to correct the bale and get it into the proper position the stack wagon can pick it up.

Otherwise, Terry has to get off the tractor, straighten the bale, get back onto the tractor…you understand.

Anyway, I was moving along several rows ahead of Terry, straightening, rolling, [fix’n] bales, and picking up rocks

When I SAW…a heart setting there in harmony with all the cut stems!

Of course, I picked it up—for home it was going to reside in my heart rock garden!

Then later that day, as I was finishing up my part of the whole process…

Right THERE…waiting patiently for me to ‘see’ it…was another heart.  All covered in smudges and scratches.  Just perfect for my little garden made of hearts!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

When You Run into a Bunch of Wasps—-Monday, August 17, 2020

Tumbling and twisting and zinging about

Creating an uneasy feeling for everyone around

The only thing to do is snap a photo or three 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Earth and Sky Singing with Joy —- Sunday, August 16, 2020

I opened my email to THIS 🙂 🙂 🙂

“My wife caught this rainbow in the Western sky around 7:00 Am.  Very seldom see them in the Western sky.  All things just lined up I guess.  Been a wet summer here in the midwest high humidity even for us.  Glad to see you back to full time farming this year.  “Midwestern follower”

WOW!

What a wonderful gift to receive! 🙂

Thank you, Pull299

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know Chapter Eight, Friday, August 14, 2020

Chapter Eight

 

Off Mom (and Dad)  and I went on the four-wheeler…. time to change the water.

 

Mom sat me down.

I hung around for a time, watching Mom.

Pretty soon Mom was caught up in digging and shoveling and—you know, Stuff.

So Off I went.

Heck, there are things to see and stuff to learn about out on the farm, hanging with Mom and Dad is rather BORING!

I snuffled and sniffed my way over to WAIT!


“Hey, Hi, Stanley!

Stanley stopped munching on the peanuts Mom puts out for him.

“Hey, Boomer! Long time no see!”

I just started to make myself comfortable when Stanley came to attention, then suddenly jumped down; ZOOM he was gone.

I wonder what scared him.

 

Nothing happening out here, but a flock of corn birds flying around.

I looked up just then

and saw HAWK!

OH! That’s enough to scare anyone!

Just about that time I heard Mom hollering for me… “BOOMER LET’S GO!”

Okay.

 

Time to go.

I trotted back to Mom. She picked me up and sat me right back down on my comfy spot on the four-wheeler.

“Forward we go, Mom!” I yipped.

Forward we go!

 

 

 

The Pattern —- Thursday, August 13. 2020

Shhhhh

In the silence

When the morning shadows are long, and the plants still in dew

While Terry and I and change and re-set the irrigation water

The early morning light

highlights the return of the deer

And so does the corn.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Gloriously Hot —Wednesday, August 12, 2020

Perfect for making hay!

Rain, rain, stay away.  Come again some other day!

🙂

The third (3rd) cutting of the first field!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Heaven is Here, On Earth, O! Surely It Is —- Tuesday, August 11, 2020

As a child, I used to worry about Heaven

Where can I find Heaven I would ask

In the sky, my family would say

As I grew I studied religions, looking for where Heaven might be

What I learned is:  All Religions are fascinating, they include aspects that are utterly beautiful

We always need to respect their beliefs

When I was seventeen I discovered how Siddhartha sat in the shade of the Bodhi Tree/calmed his mind so he could reach a state of mental bliss.

Quieting the mind.  What an interesting idea.

So I practiced.  It was hard.

I found I didn’t have lots of time to just sit and calm my mind, and sit and sit

My life became full—too full to sit in the shade of a tree and try to achieve quiet

There were children to take care of, house, yard, farm, paying job, ‘things’ to do

But throughout all that activity,

I gradually understood, that calming the mind can come in many diverse and different ways

It comes from living simply

Recognizing what warms my heart

What softly lifts my soul

I learned to approach my daily tasks with belief in being UPLIFTED as one works

Not feeling burdened.

To watch for those teeny, tiny things that settled softly all around me (us)

Solitude right there in the– every day of the– every day

Solitude in teeny tiny moments

Bringing me to an understanding

That for me, quiet contemplation of the day,

Is, for me, Heaven here on Earth.

From my heart to your world,

Linda