When working up the ground this year, Terry found this amazing rock in the two-acre field
He sat it aside and promptly forgot about it until yesterday. When we were up there checking on the water he remembered it. Leading me over to the fence line where he had carefully placed it (so he wouldn’t forget) he asked me to look in the particular spot where it was resting…hiding.
A Collection of Fossils!
How blessed I am.
Linda
The Full Buck Moon or the Full Thunder Moon will occur July 19, 2016 (6:56 pm ET).
July…We are experiencing Hot Summer Days and Hot Summer nights. The heat shimmers like deep violet then fades into blue-black immensity
By morning the air has thinned and crisped like distant stars in the sky–a huge relief
The Sun rises
And the day begins, the balance of our waking hours filled with the immensity of each minute and hour
Then it is night again. The sky swimming with stars, the silver globe of the moon; illuminating the void
With that sky so immense it boggles my mind, knowing that it covers you AND I.
No wonder people look to the sky when talking to God…that huge expanse so near at hand, yet so far.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I’ve had an ear infection again. After a trip to the Animal Doctor I got two…BOTH earfuls of ‘stuff’ in my ears. Then my ears were massaged and massaged…I didn’t yelp once! That stuff felt sooooooooooo good.
After a week I had to go back to the Animal Doctor where a cold thing was poked into my ears and I was pronounced “GOOD to GO!”
GO!!! My favorite word…right up there with FOOD, Treat! DINNER!
That evening Mom and Dad came out of the house and Mom said: “Let’s GO for a ride, Boomie.”
I beat them to the pick-up! It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to ride in the BACK of the pick-up! Mom didn’t want my very long soft ears flapping in the wind—she said the wind might make my ears ache again.
But this time—OH! THE JOY! I got to ride in the back of the pick-up.
Dad threw down my carpet –up next to the cab of the truck—Mom picked me up and helped me into the bed and we were off!
I LOVE going for rides! There are so many different things to see and smell, it just makes the day so much better.
I like any kind of ride, but the back of the pick-up ride is WONDERFUL!
Boomer
I am working feverishly to get everything caught up. For you see, we have company coming. Terry’s Sister and brother-in-law will be here on Sunday, then Monday we get to have our youngest Granddaughter for THE WEEK! And I don’t want to be cleaning, weeding, or working hard during that time.
Our days are hot and over-powering in the overwhelming heat, causing sweat to run down my face as I weed, rake, fertilize, prune, trim and mow. My body slowing turning into the wind, earth and water as I melt.
Bees and wasps buzz heavily, with gnats and mosquitoes in clouds; creating easy fodder for the swallows nesting all along the edges of our house.
Our yard is dizzy with the scents of grass, sweet white lilies, and water sprinkling on the lawn.
My weeding of the pinto bean fields are done! I finished the two acre field last night. From this point on we turn our heads and choose not to see the weeds, which will flourish there anyway, coming from the wind and water.
The sun breaks forth over the line of trees quickly rising to heat the day; riding on the scents of last night.
As I worked I noticed a narrow crack of stunning light showing my everything— is worth it.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Our yard is full of birds… birds of every hue and color
They start the day with joyful tweets and chirps
And end the day with sleepy little good-night calls.
Last evening, as the darkness descended, a little Swallow sat on the wire leading from the electric pole to our house singing a song that sounded more like an alarm. His or her call was so insistent that I had to look out the window to see why.
The sweet little bird was looking right back at me, trying with all the might of the world to tell me something was NOT right…something wrong was there—right there—come out NOW!
(This is Tonto I caught him on camera one afternoon as he moved through our yard.)
Laying on the grass, cooling off was Tonto…a very ancient German Shepard/Wolf mix dog, (he is 16 years old), and lives one mile from us. Randomly he walks up to our place, usually because he has been left at his home for days and days on end in a state of without.
He travels across the flat lands until he gets here, then rests, until I find him. Once I get him all gathered up and cooled down, I load him up…load up food, take down lots of water, several dog snacks…chew bones and other things, and deliver him home.
There are three of us who watch out for Tonto, his closest next door neighbor, our daughter Shannon and myself.
And now I know…the birds do too.
Bird song talks to us, it echos throughout our hearts, the little guardian’s of the world.
Love,
Linda
The sun leaving the day behind often dazzles the eyes 
The dark starting to gulp the light forces the sun shadows
to fling light heavy and still
Until all is left–a jet stream blazing a trail across the sky.
A song of evening.
From my world to your heart.
Linda
Terry and I needed a break! We needed something to do that wasn’t related to the farm, something different—and close enough to the farm we would only be gone a few hours.
So off we went to the Uncompahgre Plateau.
Up there we ran into Hank and Angie Davis, as we turned onto the trail to Dry Mesa. Davis’ are the ranchers who calve out their cows on our place in the winter. They also live and ranch just below us in the Roubidoux Canyon. AND they live on the Plateau while the cows are summering up there.
A short ways in we ran into Bob and Lois Helgland and their son, also on their way to Dry Mesa. The Helgland’s live on the Plateau most of the year, but have another home two miles from us heading east.
Then we met our daughter Shannon and Jason on their way for a Sunday ride. We rode with them.
I always bring up the rear…I’m slow. I’m not on a ride to race. I’m on a ride to take photos
Although, I sometimes get so far behind I can’t see or hear anyone. It’s usually at that point I get concerned I took the wrong road and am now lost.
So far I haven’t. Which is a good thing.
By two o’clock we were back home setting water in the heat and the wind.
A nice break. One much needed.
Your friend,
Linda
It’s that time of year…when the cultivator stops and the human weeder takes over (ME)
Early, early morning and after 8 o’clock in the evening out we go…Terry to change the water and Boomer and I to weed the pinto beans. Up and down, up and down, pulling out the cockle burs, the sunflowers, and other nasty things.
I’m making headway. Almost done for the season. The pinto beans are starting to shoot feelers, from that point on if a weed wants to grow, it will get too. I won’t be able to get in there to stop them from developing.
Two more days and I will be done. Two more days. I’m into the count down.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
Mom says she guesses she is glad this week is finally over. She reached down picked me up and placed me beside her on the loveseat, then reached over and put Sam-Sam on her lap. I liked this…Dad in his chair and Mom and I and Sam on the loveseat. All of us together.
If we still had Monkey she would be on Mom shoulder, as it is……………..
Well, anyway. The little family came from Craig, Colorado and spent 6 whole days with us.
The kids stayed with us or with Aunt Shannon. Their Mom and Dad stayed in the fifth-wheel camper.
There were lots of bike rides and
dog walks and family times of eating.
Romeo, the horse, even came to the picnic.
Then suddenly it was time for everyone to go…Mom cried. She said she is having trouble with all the good-byes that happened this week.
I’ve stayed RIGHT at Mom’s side or RIGHT behind her —sometimes she says: “I love you, Boomie! But not so close, I have to walk, you know.” Then she gives me a kiss on the nose and asks me to move.
BUT
Staying right by your side…That is what Boomie’s are for!
So I stick like glue. I do this, because I know Mom needs me.
Boomer
“Oh, you’re the best friends anybody ever had. And it’s funny, but I feel as if I’d know you all the time, but I couldn’t have, could I?”–Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz
You are, you know. You have been there for me in all sorts of ways, through the good times and the times when My Heart Shattered.
You have picked me up—held my hand—and helped me moved forward.
I am so grateful for all of you. Thank you.
Love,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 