The Pinto bean fields are starting to turn yellow
It’s getting close—Pinto Bean Harvest.
And to go along with Fall—-a big fat Cat-Head Spider. It seems we only really see them in the Autumn time.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Fall is singing its familiar song—warm, gusty days, then a cooldown of coat-wearing chill
The last irrigations are starting to take place
But, still, a joyful sign, is an Autumn Rainbow all the way from Sweden.
“Hello, Linda! Here is a rainbow for you from Sweden! Have a good sunny autumn! Greetings from Asta “
Not just one rainbow, but a DOUBLE rainbow! Twice the beauty and joy all at once.
Thank you so much, Asta!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
When the day finally darkens down to a point I can no longer work outside
I’ve been working on an embroidery kit (which I’ve had for years and years)
I am now at the stage whereby I have started hand-quilting each square. I have never quilted a day in my life. But, Kate from Tall Tales from Chiconia is an outstanding mentor; so I’m now giving it a go.
The kit is not large 14 squares. Once I get them hand-quilted, then I have to put them together…that is going to be the rub. But, I’m not going to worry about it until I get to that next step. The quilt will be for my personal use, so if it isn’t perfect I don’t have to obsess about it.
Muddling onward I go. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“Boomer!” Mom called. “Come here, Boomie, Let’s go for a ride.”
With that Mom picked me up and put in the back of Dad’s BIG PICK-UP!
That means we are going on a LONG, wonderful ride!
I scooted over to the big rug Mom put down just for me to sit on and gave a happy wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwoooo!
Then we were off!
Way, way off….first it was so hot I thought I would pant myself to death, then we were
There!
In the mountains where the air was cool and the smells were new.
Dad stopped and Mom and I got out and walked here and there and everywhere. I sniffed and sniffed and sniffed.
Lots of mice. Even lotser more chipmunks, no squirrels but big fat Whistle Pigs that Whistled at me than ran off.
Lots and lots and lots of peopley smells. I snuffed on by those I can get peopley smells; creatures of the forest I can’t get.
Then it was time to head on home. We stopped at a fruit stand where I met LUCY. Lucy was a big, sweet, kind dog. We got along really well.
Back in the pick-up and we headed home…it got hotter and hotter.
Whew!
I was glad to get home.
Ahhhhhhhhh. Inside where the sleeping is good.
Boomer
(From Pinterest)
They have flown…
Yesterday morning, after the sky warmed; they all gathered in a huge bunch
And —-left!
I will miss them.
I tried to make the most of the time they were with us, for I knew they would not always be here.
Good-bye, my little friends. Our house and buildings will be waiting here for your return next Spring.
BUT WAIT!!!!
The passer-throughs- are here! YAY! I still get to have swallows on the wires and singing in the air.
So, although, they won’t be here long, I will have a few each day for a wee spell.
AND THAT! My Friends makes all the difference!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
(From Pinterest, once more:) )
Boomer and decided to travel over to the other side of the farm, well not the whole side of the farm, just to equipment areas, where (YES, I feed the little creatures)
Off we went!
I let Boomer off then sat myself down to wait
I had a short spell of waiting before the squirrel showed up.
Then I heard the sweetest voice 
A darling little bird chased away the squirrel. I know not what this bird is, but I feel delighted to have two photos of this charming creature.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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(Stolen from Pinterest)
Out wandering around in the yard
My attention was drawn to a little honeybee
Loading herself down with pollen! Buzzing loudly like she was delighted and happy to be alive!
We should all experience such joy!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
(from Pinterest)
Tangled there among the leaves
A tiny sliver of the moon emerged
Grabbing my camera I walked out from the surrounding buildings
So I could share, with the living noises of the farm, the small chitter of the little birds as they settled for the night, a dog’s bark from over the mesa on the flatlands, and the rush of water flowing through the ditches—-
You see I wanted to connect with the spirits of the animals, the water, the plants growing and maturing on the land
But most of all I wanted to experience the murmuring of the moon
As the daylight faded and the evening light held it’s breath; before the stars started to sing.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I seemed to have reached a point of ‘understanding’ in my life
I think it is the place we (as humans) have always meant to be
Where we finally realize…just like we ‘knew’ when we freshly arrived into this world of ours
That each day gives you meaning. You need to do more than exist, to never take fortune (luck) for granted
That our lives, each and every one of us, is the prayer — the consequence of being alive
Then by the time elderly age is a reality, the human mind realizes the profoundly magical is made up of the very glorious ordinary moments of a very common day.
Once that is understood, the elderly feel like being — grand, extraordinary, marvelous, terrific, wonderful, tremendous, open to experiences and the excitement of being alive!
(From Pinterest)
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Mom and I hopped onto the four-wheeler and headed over to
the old grain head to see if Mom could find anyone to take a photo of.
Now….let me tell you…that takes TONS of time. Sit, wait, sit, wait…not! For! ME!
I take off sniffing around the area to get the local news. Mind you, I don’t go as far as I used too. These old legs of mine just don’t like to travel like they did years ago.
But I still head off. Let Mom sit there and WAIT.
So Mom waited and saw:
Quail,
Stanley the Squirrel,
Chip
and a cool bird, neither she or I had ever met.
Then, even MOM got bored, so we headed back home.
After lunch, and a very long nap for me—I got a little tired out there—
Dad said, “Who wants to go to town with me?”
You guessed it!
MOM and I!
Boomer, your wonderful Beagle friend
Life on a Colorado Farm 