I was down at Shannon’s when I saw T’Ata playing in her water trough
“T’Ata, what are you doing?” I hollered at her.
“Taking a bath. Swimming. I don’t know, Playing! HAVING FUN!”
“You did good, Girl! All pretty now.” I told her.
Such a funny horse. Taking the world lightly wherever she goes.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I went shopping today
My heavens…what a whirlwind of amazing hoarding is going on
It’s stunning, to say the least
And the worker bees say if you shop after lunch it is even worse
The empty shelves, I mean. And the number of people who are there.
And the stress and panic and attitudes are over-the-top.
With hysteria and nasty words bursting out at employees and fellow shoppers
In all the years of living
I have never experienced anything like this
ALTHOUGH! There are lots of chips, beer, and pop, folks! 🙂
There are signs out…but I think they are too late.
I think this will pass, in time.
We just need to remain calm.
Don’t you.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Mom says I get to tell you it is HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TIME!!!
Thirteen Years Mom has been blogging about our lives on our farm on the western slope of Colorado
WOW! Thirteen Years!
Although, I must admit…the UPS truck is much more interesting!
Boomer Beaglie Brown
and Mom!
(And I suppose Dad and Mindy 🙂 )
Tuesday, all the Dental Offices the Eye Doctors and whomever else I don’t know about were shut down to patients.
They are open for emergency conditions only.
Thankfully I was considered an emergency.
For you see Tuesday I had surgery to remove a tooth and receive a bone graft to my mouth.
It has been a truly long winter, starting in October with that spider bite.
Thankfully I was able to have the procedure…intense is the word.
I struggled through a couple of long nights with a thundering headache, miserable shivering and magnified bad dreams
I have emerged into a rather cold and brittle March lion/like weather, feeling somewhat better. All the drugs are now out of my system, (a mouth seems to heal fairly quickly),
And with the knowledge, I don’t want to open my mouth too wide and smile BIG to people I meet for FOUR months. 🙂 🙂
At the end of that time, I will have to decide if I want them to drill into my newly created bone and give me an implant
Or create a flipper.
But that is a spell down the road. Tuesday, I was blessed. I was the last patient allowed to receive service, the hideous adventure I have been on since October is now winding down toward and end.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
On a very perfect day
With metal sharp and cold, shining like silver 
Terry started plowing the land
Charming the soil into thick rich rolls
A wonderous dance, which takes place in last year’s cornfields
The sent of the fresh-turned earth like none other
Leaving the life-giving cornstalks in the soil to develop into rich loam.
He then flattens all the clods and raised places making sure the corn stalks are there for the little earthworms to turn into the perfect food for this year’s crop.
What a huge gift to be able to live on the land.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, an 1887 painting by Viktor Vasnetsov. From left to right are Death, Famine, War, and Conquest; the Lamb is at the top.
The fear of the Coronavirus…the media seems to be saying that we are experiencing the appearance of the dreadful horseman of pestilence and death.
Possibly. It sure seems so each and every day.
Possibly. I really don’t know.
And like each and every one of you, I won’t know until we move through this time and come out on the other side.
But I can tell you, I still enjoy walking on the farm with Beaglie, sometimes Terry and Mindy. But always with Boomer
I love the long shadows the clean and silver moon-light throws behind the bushes, the trees, and the equipment
The movement of the clouds tangling with the moonlight, covering the moon
Silvering light which lights up the world
Making the world seem as if we are sailing closer to the moon each and every night
Growing larger, then grower smaller.
Each day a marvelous gift to you and me.
I pray that your God is with you, I thank my God for all my blessings!
Amen.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
There in that wonderous blue sky
I saw rainbows filling the slightly green earth with hope
Lighting the sky with the glow of a luminous gift
Blotting out the cold rain.
That evening the circle around the moon
Promised there were still moisture crystals in the air.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The trees are showing glorious signs of starting to bud out
Even though the air was dripping, wet, and ever so cold Friday
The trees gave off such a beautiful sigh of joy
Who cares that the earth became sodden
There is a hint of spring and summer out there in the fields
Tender little shoots
which need the life-giving moisture.
The road looks nice. Although, it will settle over-time. Right now a person would not know we had it torn up just a few days ago.
And, even though you stand in the heart of the field, once more, you would never know a tile line runs under it and was dug up and repaired not so long ago.
Of course, those spots will settle and be a wee bit of problem this first year, but by next year the scar will be healed.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
All the water pumped into the tile line, which went under the yard, the road and into goat corral, had to be pumped out to begin the next to the last step of the whole process.
It was time to create the new waste ditch and to cover up the old waste ditch
This ditch is necessary to take the water from our place and put it back into the system for those who live on Saw Mill Mesa to have irrigation water
Gradually, everything started to take shape in the corral
Nice.
The old huge swath through the corral is gone and a new straight ditch in place.
Now we move to putting in the ten sticks of blue pipe
The trench is 8 feet deep….who knew
The Yellow broken bits are the broken tile line
Ten sticks worth
Gradually over the long process of the day
We finished!
YAY!
Tomorrow it’s Terry and I doing all the little bits of handwork. Which I won’t show you.
DONE!
New Tile Line. Broken Tile Line repaired and necessary tile line replaced!
FINISHED!!!
🙂 🙂 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Since it was another very late day, everyone was was tired. The general consensus was if you try to fix something this late in the day, with everyone tired, it will not go well.
Terry had turned the water off already so we all headed home for a rest.
Then back early, early the next day to find the leak.
Richard ‘witched’ for the line. I found this really cool. He let me try. I could do it.
Neat!
Then it was time to begin.
Yep, there it was. A rock…more than likely, as the boring machine head and pipe moved under the road.
It took some time…a run to the hardware store, repairing the leak, turning the water back on,
Then covering the hole; making the road perfect again, (Once more it was getting late in the day…you can see the shadows are from the west as they work.)
Since the next day was going to be another HUGE big day — with the need to be rested and refreshed. The work stopped for the night.
See you tomorrow when we work on the the tile line in the field!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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