Coming in from the early morning irrigation…it was like looking into a dream–
A light summer rain moving away from us, fingers of light splashing across the fields, stroking the Uncompahgre Plateau…the air thick with ozone, the sky it’s very own arch of prism light.
Bird song filling the air, drowning out everything, but my pulse.
The earth, the sky, plants and water surrounding me — touching me gently.
How blessed I am!
From my world to your heart!
Linda
We had rain and thunder storms off and on yesterday, but today (so far) it feel all warm and sunny.
Today I must go out and weed! All this lovely wet weather has brought on bloom’s, weeds and the feeling of Fall.
The pinto beans are starting to get ripe. The yellow leaves are an indication. We will still keep watering them, as the beans in the pods need to fill out and swell the pods. Harvest looks like sometimes in September. But only time will tell.
The corn is starting fill out also—kernels are in the milk. Then they will be in the dough, after, which, it will be time to take the water off and let the corn dry down.
This is NOT sweet corn, but the corn you have for corn meal, cereal, and animal food.
Although, we are just starting the month of August the days feels more like September here. We are seeing weeds maturing like they usually do in September, and other weeds, which only start to grow the last part of August in full maturity.
(Storm over Grand Mesa)
It makes Terry and I wonder if we are going to have a early fall. Although, we could have a early freeze and then a long warmish fall, before winter actually sets in.
I guess only time will tell. Until then I’m going to enjoy every bit of summer we have left!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
After the storms
The air has that feel of refreshment, joy, excitement; a party, of sorts, before the heat comes roaring back.
The birds call to one another…high and sweet
The morning air; wild and clean makes one’s soul leap with urgency
The plants are rested— they whisper to one another and to us, if we will just listen.
They sing of the earth; sharing it’s boundless joy.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
We have had rain, lots and lots of beautiful wonderful rain. No wind, just rain, everything is soaked and laying flat from the rain…but we are not complaining.
Friday was my Mother’s birthday. If she were still alive she would be 87 years old. All that day I kept missing her.
Sometimes the rain felt like cold tears from heaven.
I think part of the reason is we have had too many animals deaths this year…first Balou
Then Molly Dog
And, of course Monkey our cat, and Hank the grandchildren’s dog.
Death is like a cold shadow; a cloud passing over head…sudden in its appearance, then passing quickly on.
Out of the corner of my eye, all throughout the day I caught swisp of visions…Momma in her garden, Momma laughing…the tail of one her cats she loved, moving just ahead of her…just things…long known, now gone.
Like smoke, everything was like smoke…tangible and real, but fading quickly.
I look at all these little gifts —these half-ghost memories of my Mother as small blessings.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
You were one of a kind, my friend!
Hank Puff Marshmallow McCormick
2008-2016
I will miss you forever!
Boomer
The wind blew in a rain storm last night; slamming huge drops of water into the west side of the house. The dog and cat made a mad running dash to the house before me, but had to wait as only I (or Terry) can open the door for them.
This morning we woke to thick clouds overhead. A curtain of mist rising off the fields, and the flash-frying heat of the last few days…GONE!!!
The air is cool and wonderful, bringing relief to the plants, the animals and us! The thick scents of the wet ground and the bathed plants insinuate themselves through the open screened windows and the screened doors.
We are all rejoicing! Cool moisture, after searing heat, is such a blessing! It makes one want to dance. Although, dancing in Colorado rain is a very chilling experience.
From my world to your heart!
Linda
The Sweet Corn Harvest is ON!!!!
It has actually been on since the third week in July. They are just picking next to our place now.
Mountain Fresh and Olathe Sweet are the two brands grown here. Watch for them in your local store.
And NO neither one of these sweet corns (nor any sweet corn) is genetically modified! They are hybrids! Glyphosate will kill the sweet corn plants.
Hope you enjoy some and when you do…know the ears were harvested some place here on a farm in western Colorado!
Happy munching!
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,
Linda
A few days ago, we were invited to Grand Mesa to meet our daughter and son-in-law’s family from Missouri,
We had a great time sitting around the camp, basking in the high mountain sun
Taking short hikes through the wild flowers, in general just resting, visiting, and relaxing.
Our daughter and her fur daughter, Gypsy.
Breaks…makes life ever so better.
Your friend,
Linda
Saturday morning around 5:30 we took off with two other jeeping friends for three passes.
The first one started in Basalt, Colorado,
ended in Salida and Buena Vista,
Allie Bell Mine
then we headed up to St. Elmo and on through the passes (two of them)
and finished in Gunnison, Colorado.
We got home at midnight. With water to still change.
Exhausted!
We spent Sunday exhausted.
But we are rested and ready to tackel the week today!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
One of my favourites, and a fitting tune for you Linda. Enjoy. JNorth
Thank you! It’s perfect! I do love the twilight time!
From my world to your heart
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 