The Full Moon in August
Sometimes called the Sturgeon Moon–for a large fish common in the Great Lakes (but of course not here)
Or the Green Corn Moon
Or the Grain Moon, or
Or the RED MOON!
That’s what fits us here! The Red Full Moon of August!
from your friend on a western Colorado Farm!
💕 Linda
I am so poor at taking photos of the hummingbirds, so I thought I would take a video!
They are a huge delight!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
There is a feel in the air now — a feel of true fall —hovering out there, patiently waiting
Sliding little chilly fingers into the late night and early dawn
Testing, testing to see if Summer will push back —
The moon is almost full; filling the sky with moonshine, so brilliant the silver light reminds me of the sheerest cold of winter
We are losing the songbirds, one species at a time. Leaving us on the wind for warmer climates.
Still summer sings to me warming my days and early evenings; giving me time to prepare myself for winter’s dreary visit.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
We decided to go visit our daughter, son-in-law and the grandchildren last Thursday.
It was so much fun seeing where they now live and to get and visit the schools and see the town.
There is a dirt bike park across a short way…just perfect for quick rides here and there.
When we got ready to go, Linkin asked, if she could come home with us.
Lucky us we also got to have her best friend come stay also. They have been best friends from the first grade of school
When I saw this…………..I just had to take a photo!
It was just perfect.
Best Friends for ever more…they tell me.
And I believe them!
Love,
Linda
“There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is.”
Albert Einstein
Thursday evening was such a day
We followed rainbows
All the way home!
Linda
When the little kids were here they brought all three of their cats AND Hank Puff with them….oh, yes, and four fish. They were bringing all these critters because they were moving from Craig, Colorado to Battlement Mesa, Colorado.
The little kids and all the critters stayed with us and their Aunt Shannon, my oldest sister.
Well, wouldn’t you know it one of the cats bolted out the door at Shannon’s and became….lost!
After days and days of looking for O’Malley, setting a live trap in the garage at Shannon’s the looking for O’Malley had to stop. Either the cat was lost or didn’t want to be found.
We are all sad.
Then a week ago today (Friday) something tried to break into the front porch of our house (around mid-night)…climbed right up the screen door and rattled it mightily. Scared Mom right out of the bed.
Off and on throughout the night, this someone tried to climb into the front porch of the house, Sammy and I sat up a stern watch protecting the place. Well, really, Sammy the cat and I slept through the whole thing.
The next morning Mom and Dad decided to set a live trap to capture whoever it is trying to break in; thinking it might be O’Malley, since she hung-out up here for several days before being taken down to Aunt Shannon’s.
Mom baited the trap with yummy canned cat food, set the trap and proceeded to wait.
I, Sherlock Boomer, took it upon myself to find O’Malley and bring her home to the kids.
The second night I patrolled the long lane from our house to the mailbox….nothing.
Just one of the deer skittering through.
On the third night I headed out toward the Butler Bins…I had smelled some pretty interesting smells out there…raccoons. I didn’t tell Mom it was raccoons…one never knows, raccoons are very clever at breaking into things. Maybe it was one of them trying to get into the house.
The fourth day Mom changed out the canned cat food. Then Mom, Dad, and I headed up to Olathe, Colorado to get some parts for Dad’s pressure washer.
I scanned the world looking for O’Malley.
Nothing.
I did see dogs along the way; we had some great barks at each other.
The fifth day—nothing
The sixth day—I took care of the cat food.
Boomer
“Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places.”–Roald Dahl
Going out to change the water last evening (just before another storm rolled in) I saw this amazing light formation.
Does anyone reading this know what it might be called? I did a search on the internet, but drew a blank.
The storm was in the west and this was in the east.
Any help will be appreciated it.
It was stunning, to say the least.
Love,
Linda
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
Life on a Colorado Farm 