The dappled light as we head out to change the water
The early morning sunlight casting purple shadows on the land
Reflections speaking loudly of our daily work on the land
T’Ata coming to help
While Glory stands sentinel on the Rocky Point
The day, always generous with gifts
Hidden just so
But still there, whispering, for us to see–
Look.
Please, there are gossamer threads of beauty everywhere.
From my heart to you, My Friends,
Linda
The heat has abated…leaving the morning with a feel of Autumn [or is it Spring?] in the air
Terry has finished planting the last field on our place to alfalfa
The soil has that wonderful smell of thirsty ground getting wet for the first time this year
A clean smell, a smell, like a sigh of relief
Friday morning we saw tiny little sprouts along the furrows we had finished watering
A very good industrious sign of new growth
The last set of the day
Water shimmering and glittering across the land as the earth heads into darkness.
The glimmer of the sun on the water (although only visible if you look for it)
Priceless.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Seven
This time MOM KNOWS!!!
The little bird…the one trapped in Dad’s pick-up grill, the one Mom saved and kept calm and gave it food and water and helped it hide…
THAT ONE!
Flew away this morning, while Mom was freshening up the water and cleaning the food tray!
YAY! Mom and I LAUGHED OUT LOUD! Then Mom told the little bird good-bye; “Come see us again. We are so glad you got well.”
This time MOM KNOWS!
And Mindy Kit-Kat Brown
Doesn’t!
Which is a very good thing…cats and fluttering birds NEVER mix!
Hee Hee, snort, chuckle
Earth ditches are a lot of work!
To move the dam (the orange thing) all the mud (the water is full of mud and it settles against the orange dam) has to be dugout; by hand, back, shovel.
Then moved down the ditch to the NEXT spot.
While we were there—Terry doing all the work and I taking photos 🙂
The girls had to come over to see just what we (Terry) were doing
Each one took a turn sniffing and running their noses on the orange dam
Then over to have a wee visit full of pets and rubs.
While working there a handsome feller rushed by
The Joys (and work) on a western Colorado farm
Where magic occurs every day. 🙂
From my heart to your world,
Linda
The crops are gathering momentum,
The corn is full, fat, and soft.
If you were to touch one of the kernels you could feel what we call ‘the dough’ a soft, fluffy feel to the kernel.
This is NOT the time to starve the corn from water…water is what makes the kernel grow and fill-up nicely.
So every day, three times a day the water is changed; moving through one field and onto another field
The first field of alfalfa is getting ready to be harvested for the third (and possibly the last) time. Maybe next week or the following week…it all depends on the bloom.
Even though, just to look at the farm, it doesn’t seem there is anything happening right now…
There is…growth and growing and preparing for the time to harvest moving forward…always moving forward.
Unseen activity but extremely busy anyway.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The heat has risen to over 100* for the last few days, 102*, 103*f (37.77c) sometimes with wind; a hot wind, sometimes not. Just hot still air. (I am NOT complaining, for I LOVE SUMMER!)
It’s hard to keep things wet, but so far we are doing okay.
The really bad thing about this weather
Ever!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Boomer doesn’t always like to go with me anymore
Long walks are now out of the question
Most of the time he will go with me on the four-wheeler, but not always
He always goes with he has company. He tries very hard to be part of their play
But last evening he wanted to go for a wee walkabout
So we did
Not going far
Just down the lane, past the equipment
Where the moon shown down on us,
A little dog, a little kitty and I
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Terry came back from town Friday with a wee little bird stuck to his grill
What a horror! It was still breathing, although, not moving
After removing the tiny sweet little thing, I placed in my horse trough flower bed for safely and (hopefully) healing.
Then, truly not knowing HOW to help the little bird, or even what to do for the little bird, I sent word to the heavens and all those beings with gossamer wings to heal and protect this tiny creature
The first day was spent under the leaves, rustling around; creating little ghostly whispers, whenever I came near.
So far, so good. The wings are starting to be held closer to the body. I haven’t tried to pick the little bird up [yet] incase of internal damage.
When I do I will check it’s little legs and toes.
My prayer is this little one can heal and fly away. Until then I will continue to provide protection, food, and water.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Seven
I watched Mom got into the car. Not just any car, THE CAR…and off they sped. Mom and Dad.
I took myself,
this and
that way,
here and
there,
up and
down,
and around corners
and over to the Butler Bins.
Then around that corner where I ran into
FREDDY FOX!
Freddy and conversed for a spell, then he took off. I still hung around checking out this and that,
OH! HIDE!!!
I slid into the cornfield on the other side of the ditch.
Mom and I think that coyote caused some damage to the young buck hanging around.
Hide, shiver, shake.
Whew! Gone!
Back over the ditch, I went, again…
QUAIL! Whew! That thing scattered fast. I guess it thought I was DANGER!
Home again I went.
Maybe Mom and Dad are back!
Back into the yard…a tad tired.
Sat down in the shade when through the garden ran
STANLEY!
I was just getting ready to have a talk with Stanly when a loud rumble came roaring down the long, long, lane…
BAY! BARK! HOWL!!!
Sniff around the tires while the man got out and walked to the back door then walked back and got in. In-between all his walking I got in three 3! Pees next to his tires. THREE! I can’t get my leg up in the air anymore, but I sure can leave a puddle or three!
Then the guy back up and was gone.
Well, nothing more to do…I checked here and then I walked over to there.
I was starting to get tired and bored!
WAIT!
I heard something!
I ran as fast as I could to the bridge.
YES! There were Mom and Dad!
WOOF! WOOF! BAYYYYYYYYY!
Good, they are back.
I watched them park the car up and get out.
Inside we went for a long nap.
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Then later on in the afternoon, Mom said, “Come on, Boomer. Let’s go for a ride.”
So WE did!
Sometimes sleeping at night is hard
Not only not being able to sleep
But sleeping and dreaming with ‘bad’ dreams
Other times, it’s like I am walking with those who have passed before me
Those marvelous people of my past life
My parents and grandparents
My beautiful and marvelous sister-of-my-heart, Dixie
Haunting dreams
Causing me to wake; to feel fragile and uncertain
Most often I wake and can’t remember my dreams
I just know I dreamed,
Not all dreams are scary, threatening, or nostalgic
They are comforting and familiar
Warm and protective
Those are hard to recall, also.
So, I have decided those dreams,
Those glowing, comforting misty dreams
Which [the feeling] tends to stay with me all through the day
Are sent to me [us] from our dead family and friends
To protect us
And those still with us on the earth
Connecting with us through our dreams.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 