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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

Within the Restless Clouds—Sunday, July 18, 2021

Sometimes the unique occurs…Marianne from Northview Diary sent me this:

Hi Linda,
Actually every time I see a rainbow or a sundog I think of you. This little cutie was contained within a cloud, something I had never seen before.
Take care,
Marianne

A gift from the sky!
a Rainbow cloud to cloud is very new to me and a huge delight to see.
Thank you ever so much, Marianne!
Just perfect to share this gift from New York with each one of you.
From my world to your heart,
Linda

The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-I’m a Big Kid Now, Friday, July 16, 2021

I like to go for rides! In the Pick-Up with Mom and Dad.

I get to see lots and lots of stuff.  I like learning about STUFF!

Mom makes me wear my harness; as soon as she puts it on, I KNOW!  WHEEEEE! Off we get to go!

I don’t whine or meow or anything.  When I get tired, I curl up on Mom’s lap and sleep.

I have, also, figured out MICE!  I watched Mindy bring Mice to Mom and get lots and lots of pets for bringing Mom mice. So I got Mom a mouse also.

That Mouse was LOTS of FUN!  I played with it here and there and, well, gosh everywhere.

No, I didn’t eat it.  I only eat cereal and yummy stuff in a can.  The eating mouse thing, Mindy does I just don’t get.

Anyway…I AM A BIG KID NOW!

TLC Cai-Cai

We had Rain, Softly Gentle Rain — Thursday, July 15, 2021

Even though we have hay down (sigh)

The gift of rain blessed our part of the world.

A simple necessity, and a not so small joy!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Enjoy the Moment — Wednesday, July 14, 2021

The smoke is thick here from all the fires in the west.  Sometimes so thick the street lights think it is time to come on.

Meanwhile —-

Those darling little Barn Swallow babies…

Are getting close to leaving the nest! 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Opening the Second Field — Tuesday, July 13, 2021

The second field is now cut

And drying

With this furnace-like heat, we should see the hay ready to bail soon.  (although, we will need some dew in the mornings to actually make the bales.  I sure hope it all comes together.)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Summer, Blessed, Welcome, Delightful Summer —- Sunday, July 11, 2021

Although, we received no rain

The sun and the moisture in the air gave us

That glorious omen of

Hope!

The omen that told Noah…all will be okay!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday—-Farm Life Series 1, We are a Farm, Friday, July 9, 2021

Well, since you don’t really listen to me, or take my advice—yes,

I have seen you clear out by the Butler Bins—-you need to get this through your fluffy head…

RUN! RUNNNN!  GET OUT OF THERE!

TLC CAI-CAI!!!!!!

there is a fox out there!

Fox EAT CATS!!!!

 Let that sink in…STAY. AT. The. Butler BINS!!!

Huff, huff.

Well, on with your lesson.  We live on a farm.  We don’t live in town, or in a clump of houses called a sub-division, or on a ranch.

We live where Dad works the land—plowing, planting, marking, watering, growing, and then harvesting.

Farms grow foodstuffs.

A Ranch grows Grass.  Grass called Pasture. Pasture lands for animals.

Not us…yes, I know we are animals.

Big animals, cows, horses, sheep, goats, those sorts of animals.

Oh! Just so you know.  Come winter, after the crops are gone from the farm, then cows come. They eat up all the dried-up grasses and weeds and alfalfa, and left-over corn stalks.

“Are we a ranch then?”

“No, we are a guest hotel for a rancher and all his cows” I replied.

So, now you know, we live on a farm. We grow pasture grasses, alfalfa; three big fields of alfalfa, which Dad and Mom turn into hay, and corn.  The corn is field corn, not sweet corn.  Although, the cows think it is pretty sweet and yummy.

Our corn is the kind of corn that goes for food like cereal, and food for animals; like chickens, cows, goats, etc.”

Okay, so now you know…we live on a farm.

Next time I will teach you more about the farm.

Until then you stay out of the cornfield, there are foxes in there!

Mindy Lou-Sue, or as Mom calls me, Min-Min