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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

The Sun, That Sky—Makes Me Sing Hallelujah — Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Posted on July 2, 2019 by Dayphoto

The sky has been just wonderful the last few days

The colors swirling and dancing as the sun rises and sets

Storms building up on a daily basis

Bringing thunder, lightning, and raindrops

Then the wind shifts the clouds moving them into swirls of patterns

So the light breaks through them and seems to actually shimmer

Sometimes cooling us down to a feeling like Fall is soon to happen.

Still the sky, the sun, the moon, the wind

All murmur in huge [brilliant] voices

Come outside and be with me

Let me fill your mind, and soul and all the shades of your heart

For the Time is swiftly passing.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Floating on the Wind — Monday, July 1, 2019

Posted on July 1, 2019 by Dayphoto

Here we are on the first day of July

This season is going fast…this season of warm, green things, and glowing sun

Spring, Summer, Fall always seems to speed by

The older I get the more I want to hang on to these seasons

Although for Terry, he enjoys winter the most.

So, for me, I will relish these

Wondrous warm days

With back-bending weeding, mowing of the lawn and the always, always watering

I will enjoy the tantalizing and

and seductive skies

the subtle scents the fill the days

And the nights.

From My world to Your heart,

Linda

I Asked Terry—Sunday, June 30, 2019

Posted on June 30, 2019 by Dayphoto

If he missed farming

He said no.

That he still had lots to do out on the outer reaches, the edges of the farm

The pastures are easier to keep and the management of the pastures is much less time consuming, (those little round dots were the bugs flying in the air as we drove through the pasture–I was hoping to get them on camera, but they only showed up as dots.)

But here is a little thing I notice

Ever so often, in a random sort of way

He talks about what he wants to plant next year…

Which fields will hold corn, what field will be a new alfalfa field

So I wonder…is there longing or planning going on.

Either way works for me.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Off on an Adventure Chapter Five

Posted on June 28, 2019 by Dayphoto

Oreo and I trotted on. Well, he trotted on and I walked very, very, slowly so as to not leave Oreo in the dust.

Passing by one of the fences I screeched to a stop. One really can’t screech if one is barely walking, but I did do a sort of pause, then a backup, then I pointed.

Yes, I pointed. I forgot Oreo could care less about Beagle signals.

“RABBIT!” I whispered.

Oreo kept on coming, waddling a little bit faster when he saw me stop and point. Suddenly Oreo was spinning around pointing his back end in the same direction as I was doing the Beagle point….tail straight out back, back as straight as an arrow, nose pointed in the direction of interest, and right front paw picked up and curled under my chest, me standing as straight and still as possible.

“WAIT! Do not shoot!” Will the rabbit scrabble as fast as he could under the fence then turned around and peered through the hole between the boards of the fence, “I’m just a rabbit! I can’t harm either one of you.” Will squeaked extremely loud.

“RABBIT?” Oreo spun back around and gave me a dirty look. “RABBIT? Come, Boomer, a rabbit can’t hurt anyone, let alone you or me.”

“I didn’t say it was an enemy,” I replied puzzled at the scorn in Oreo’s face. “I just pointed so you could see Will, and I whispered rabbit.”

Oreo just flapped his tail in the dirt and gave me a vicious glare and waddled off toward and under a Rabbit Brush.

“Well, I guess that’s that.” I mused to myself. “I wonder if I will be able to find Momma deer by myself now.”

“I know where Momma deer is,” Will wiggled back under the fence and hopped over to see me.

“Gosh, Boomer. It’s been a long time since I saw you last. Why I think I was just about to leave my Mom the last time I saw you.”

“WILL! Now I remember! YOU HAVE GROWN!” Look at you all big and soft and fluffy! You know where Momma deer is living now? Cool! Let’s go find her!” I whapped my tail on the ground, raising little puffs of dirt.

It was just about that moment in time when the brush next to us started shuddering and shaking; Will and I froze in place. Only Will’s little nose was wiggling up and down in a very rapid way.

We were so frightened I don’t think either one of us could move, when out of the brush came KING!

COOL!

King with his new set of antlers. King walked on a spell, then just before he got to us, he had to stop and give his back leg a good scratch with his teeth.

I was so relieved that I bayed out loud, “KING! KING! It’s so good to see you.”

King raised up his head in alarm and started to bound away.

“NO! Don’t go! It’s me King, Boomer! Stop!”

King stopped and stared at me. And at Will.

“Goodness, Boomer, you gave me a huge fright. I was afraid it was one of those new coyotes on the farm and I knew I couldn’t fight off with my little antlers.”

“It’s just me, King, and Will the rabbit. We are heading over to find Momma Deer. But you are here now so maybe you can take me to Momma Deer. It would be really good to see her again, also.”

The brush shuddered again and out stepped Momma deer…” You are looking for me, Boomer?” Momma deer said in her warm soft voice.

“YAY! You are here! Both of you! This is nice!” I bayed.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Momma Deer put her hoof on my nose.

“Ow! Your hooves are sharp,” I admonished Momma Deer.

“Sorry, but stopped being so loud, Boomer. We have new coyotes on the farm and they seem to be searching for new territory. We don’t want to draw them to us.” Momma deer put her face down close to mine.

“Be very, very quiet… these are dangerous times on the farm. There are coyotes everywhere.”

In One Beat of the Heart — Thursday, June 26, 2019

Posted on June 27, 2019 by Dayphoto

High in the sky

In a flash of feathers

Appearing and disappearing, emerging solid and larger than life

Dipping closer and closer

was the sad fact for the little chipmunk, but a necessary lunch in the of the circle of life.

Sigh.

From my world to yours,

Linda

Ruffles in the Air — Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Posted on June 26, 2019 by Dayphoto

This Red-winged Blackbird was in such a hurry to get away from me I got to see each and every feather as he jolted into the sky

In fresh pale air, I saw little dangling feet

I love to hear this little quail calling, calling —a Gambel’s Quail

Their voices like ruffled water

The flight so effortless to birds, so fascinating to me

When watering our lawn the birds come in flocks to thin out the worm population

A tiny little Killdeer lingering as I walk by

Summer bounty in birds

And of course more feet…and wings

The flash of feathers

Among the soughing Red-stemmed grass, in the beautiful small beating heart, of the feathered and winged world.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

What You Hear in the Heart — Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Posted on June 25, 2019 by Dayphoto

Way back in the First Grade our granddaughter and Ellie became the very best of friends.

Then our granddaughter and her family moved, first to Craig, Colorado and now to Parachute, Colorado.

Over time, their friendship never really changed. Sure, for a wee spell it looked like they were drifting away…because, after all, you do need friends to carry you on.

In the vast span of their (in reality) short lives

Their friendship has not changed. Only grown warmer and lengthened to include their experiences in different towns and schools, yet still circling their hearts with smiles for each other.

Truly friends for life.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

In a Roar of Rolling Thunder —- Monday, June 25, 2019

Posted on June 24, 2019 by Dayphoto

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(Photo by the Ute Trails Car Club)

The Ute Trails Car Club met at Hotchkiss City Market yesterday at noon, for a cruise to Hermit’s Rest on the Crawford side of the Black Canyon

Right at noon, we all headed out…it was impressive to hear the cars come to life and to watch the cars in front of us leading the way to the meeting site.

The place was cool/cold, but stunning in its beauty

Although, the air stopped just short of being visible while one talked

(Photo by the Ute Trails Car Club)

the company we were keeping was light, happy and warm

It’s at places like this one knows we truly live in the Rocky Mountains.

Anyway head on over the FaceBook page to see more photos

(Photo by the Ute Trails Car Club)

They got many wonderful photos of everyone’s car and activities.

And if anyone lives in the area of Delta or Montrose county and has a cool collector car you are welcome to join. It only costs $10, no matter how many cars you own. And there are really neat things to do.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

I Ran Across These Photos a Day or So Ago —– Sunday, June 23, 2019

Posted on June 23, 2019 by Dayphoto

I had to smile great big at this little series of photos for a long time ago

Grandpa was holding Blade and baby Tally

He speaks to Tally who looks at him in a very puzzled way

Then Grandpa looks up at something. Blade peaks around the blanket; Tally is WIDE-EYED at Grandpa

Blade covers up his head, Grandpa looks rather content, but baby Tally looks at me just stunned!

I’m sorry but I had to laugh out loud at this little series of photos!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Off on an Adventure Chapter Four

Posted on June 21, 2019 by Dayphoto

Finally.

After ever so long.

I woke up.

No, Handsome the Pheasant.

No, Stewart the Squirrel.

No Stanley, Stewart’s brother.

Just me myself and I.

And it was dark.

Very dark.

Not even a moon in the sky.

ALTHOUGH, Mom would love it out here the stars were scattered hugely up there in the blue velvet of the sky.

I took myself down and got a drink of water, My that tastes good. Then stuck my nose into the air trying to get my bearings.

Oh, I know where I am. I also know how far away the house is and Mom and Dad. What I don’t know is who is out here with me and do I need to be concerned.

I had just started up the little incline heading back toward the four-wheeler road going around the bottom of the new alfalfa field when my nose picked up someone coming toward me.

Then my eyes picked up a big black furry animal with a white strip waddling here and there alongside the alfalfa field.

“OREO!” I hollered.

Oreo the skunk, stopped in alarm. Lifted his tail and flung his body in a circle, always pointing the tail in the direction he thought the danger was coming from.

“STOP! OREO! STOP! It’s me, Boomer!” I bayed at him while making sure I was in front of Oreo not in the back of Oreo.

“Boomer? Boomer, what are you doing up here?” Oreo lowered his tail and I trotted forward.

“Just checking things out, Oreo. Mom and Dad are not doing lots of farming anymore and I got bored. I miss seeing all my friends out here on the farm. Momma Deer and her fawns, Kit and his Mom, the bunnies, Ruth, the Owl, you know, all my friends.” I explained.

Oreo started walking, so I fell in beside him. “Well, I can take you over to where Momma Deer is staying this year. It’s not far from where we are now. As for Kit and the bunnies or Ruth. I’ve not run into any of them for a spell.”

“Although, I have crossed paths with some new coyotes to the farm.”

“COYOTES!” Shudder, shake. “Let’s stay away from them. New coyotes? New coyotes to the farm?” I sat down, bringing my back leg up to my chin I gave my jaw a good scratch. Sure, felt nice.

“Yeah. New to the neighborhood. Three of them. Two males and a female, or is it two females and a male, maybe it’s three females. I’m not sure. I just know they are new and looking to take over the farm as their own.

I saw one of the coyotes checking out a snack awhile back. I hid. I didn’t want to have to shoot one and have the other two attack me.”

Oreo waddled on totally unconcerned about coyotes.

“Well, if you want to see Momma Deer you had better come with me. She’s not far from us now.” Oreo turned his head over his shoulder and gave me a stare.

“Oh. Right On! I’m right there with you.”

We trotted on into the night. Oreo and I.