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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

At the Tip of Last Light—Wednesday, December 6, 2017

The waning moon had just risen full, with an orange glow filling the twilight air in swirling colors

The sound of Canada Geese and Sand Hill Cranes echoing through the fading light, as they searched for safe places to spend the night when….

Two semi-loads of cows pulled up to unload.

The cows have arrived!  100 cows spilled out on-to the land…some running they were so glad to escape the huge traveling trailer.

This morning our farm is full of beautiful bovines!  It’s a huge joy to watch thes curious, graceful

Creatures for the rest of the winter.  They bring me happiness and the land is cleaned up from all the weeds and last year’s stalks and rich dried down alfalfa; the deposit of rich manure is a guarantee of good crops for next spring.

A win-win for all of us!

YAY! The Cows are HERE!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

A Great Wind Passing Through—Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Sunday well into early, early Monday morning a great wind came through…bringing with it the cold front we are now experiencing…normal December temperatures. 🙂

The destructive wind picked up all the loose corn leaves (and any other thing) moving them from fields and slamming them onto fences, trees and anything else standing secure and tall.

The whole air rippled in the force of the wind, much like a wee tornado…full of dirt, bits of this and that; causing excitement when it landed in your eyes, ears or mouth.

The gale force winds (gusts up to 40-50 m.p.h.) pushed the bruised and glowering clouds away from us…taking any moisture there might have been to some place else…not here.

 

Now today, with shivery weather, blue skies and calm air…we welcome in traditional winter cold! It was 10* at our house this morning. (-12.22 celsius)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

I’m Sure Angels Paint the Sky—-Monday, December 4, 2017

I’m sure angels are in charge of painting the sky.  Although, there are those who would argue with me

Telling me the Angels have much better things to do than to sit around coloring the clouds and the air around the earth

That they have all the problems of mankind to deal with; are the messengers from God to us and in lots of cases our personal guardians.

So maybe they don’t.  Maybe it’s some totally scientific thing, which explains in complete and fascinating logic, how the sun lights up the clouds at either the beginning or the ending of a day…

It really doesn’t matter to me…for between the logic and the thought…between one heartbeat and the next…in that tiny space between….I like to think there is a place for spirit to reside with the sensible.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

The Light of Almost Full Moon — Sunday, December 3, 2017

Hanging there in the light blue of the sky, glittering like a HUGE pearl, surrounded by pinks and golds

Was December’s gift to us of a Super Moon.  Gradually a deep pinkish gray painted cloud slowly floated over the giant milky glow

Covering that amazing orb.

Still……

The pearlized light seemed to whirl out of the air and brush each and everything it touched with brilliant radiance!

Lucky us!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— The Christmas Tree

GUESS WHAT!

I got to go to TRACTOR SUPPLY!  I got many pets, some treats, one man pointed out I needed to be on a diet…. 😦  I ignored him.

Sniffed all the corners…because you KNOW what is on corners!

Mom told me I could NOT lift a leg…so I didn’t!  🙂

Then we came home…I ride in the back seat in the car … I would help her drive if she let me, but she doesn’t.  So I sit on the back seat and wait until we get to the next stop.

In this case it was home.

Inside I helped Mom put up the CHRISTMAS TREE.  She did all the work and I hung out and watched.

Then when Mom turned on the lights….Mindy Cat decided this works just as good as outside…it’s now her bed.

Even the lights don’t bother her.  And she doesn’t bother anything on the tree.

It was a good day.  A very good day.

Mom says Christmas is her favorite time of the whole year…it’s sparkly you see.

Mom also told me I was to get a bath Monday and I get to go BACK to Tractor Supply afterwards as a treat!

YAY!

Boomer

 

Corn Bales—-Thursday, November 30, 2017

Our neighbor is shredding up the corn stalks—dust is flying and food is being prepared for cows

It’s a win-win on many levels.  The land owner doesn’t want cows on the land…he says they damage too much stuff

The farmer, who rents the land, would like to clear up the stalks in some form…either with grazing off the old corn or burning.

The ranchers, who like to have their cows fatten up on last years leaven’s, now gets a chance to have the corn — only in huge bales.

It’s a nice solution for all…the farmer gets the crop cleared off, the land owner doesn’t have to have cows on his land, and the rancher gets the corn stalks without having to trail his cows to the farm ground.

AND the field isn’t burned!  YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Dancing in Sunrays—Wednesday, November, 29, 2017

The amazing sky—never empty–nor a void either

Never a void, scudding clouds make the last rays of sunshine  a page out of a coloring book

Walking in vibrantly stained air is sometimes like walking in a molten shower of color

And honestly…not only does it make my heart sing; my soul seems alive!


My eyes delight in the brilliantly painted skies, which fling shadows shaded in blacks and grays

I hope you are (also) able to wander outside and capture the sun within the beats of your heart!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Stillness—Tuesday, November 28, 2017

We have a quarter of a moon right now…casting moonshadows through clouds scudding across the dark glittering surface called Sky

The fox kit looks very grown…the night camera caught him alert and watchful—listening in the quiet crisp air–he or she is very beautiful, I do believe

As the clouds crossed the moon he slunk away

Joined by his Mom…or a mate, I am not sure. (the tiny dots of lights are over the hill from us—are houses.)

Stillness clung to the earth as the sun started to rise

The day has begun

Still a little gift…while loading firewood the buck who likes to live behind the Tilehouse lifted himself up out of the canal just a few feet away from me traveling quickly down the corral road and into the back corn field.

Thankfully I was there and got to see him.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

Yesterday’s Wind, Memories in Sunlight—Monday, November 27, 2017

We are lucky, in this day and age of digital cameras, computers, and instantly being able to see what was ‘there’ just a short while back.

Wisps of shadows in the late fall sunshine,

Of the barely audible murmur of childhood growing up.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Thousand Tiny Bits of Everyday Dreams—-Sunday, November 26, 2017

 

One evening this week the sun slid behind the Uncompahgre Plateau painting the sky over Grand Mesa shades of apricot and peach

While Boomer, Romeo, and I took a wee walk

to take Romey back to his barn (I left Mindy in the house toasting by the wood stove.)

Gradually the shadows blanketed the farm and the air started to crisp

On the way back I heard my named whispered faintly in the wind, calling me…calling me

I thought about that…hearing my name in the wind— finally deciding it really wasn’t a very lonely sound, or something to shatter a heart.

Boomer and I walked home in the evening’s silver puffs of air me thinking how much I love this earth we call home.

From my world to your heart,

Linda