The farm at twilight sends out a deep hush
Which says: “Step lightly…listen carefully…
The Swallows catching supper lend a peacefulness to the cooling air.
The plants stir gently in the gentle evening breeze
Glittering moonlight shatters the gloom sending waves of silver–much kinder than the sun, slower…a different rhythm– bringing on that space of time called night.
Your friend,
Linda
I am re-blogging this from PIG Love. It’s just so wonderful I had to share!
A heart warming moment for you!
Your friend,
Linda
Everybody has sadness, and people or things who bring regret or pain.
Everyone has those times that feel like the Four Horses of the Apocalypse have descended upon their life.
Eventually peace is restored, the angry people fade away or disappear, the ugliness of the situation is throw out — like a pail of dirty water
(Clouds reflecting in the irrigation water)
There are many situations human beings can’t fixed.
Then we see the answer.
We are not without hope, and peace, or comfort.
Ever.
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm
Linda
I was sleeping resting my eyes one miserably hot afternoon, when the back door opened and Dad came out heading toward the machine shed. I really didn’t think much of Dad coming out the back door and going someplace. He is always doing something along those lines.
I was gradually letting my eyes fall back into sleep to rest once more, when the back door opened back up again…HUH?! Did I miss something? Did Dad sneak past me and go Back Inside?! I jerked myself awake to a sitting position. (I was sleeping on the futon in the shade, just so you know.)
Nope I didn’t miss anything! It was Mom. She was out of her work clothes and into her go to town jeans…I thumped my tail with joy, on the seat of the futon, then jumped down a HUGE doggy smile on my face, my back end going fifty miles an hour.
Mom bent down and gave me a kiss on my doggie nose and a nice rub down on my back…I quickly flipped over so she could give me tummy rubs.
“Not now, Boom, Dad and I are heading to town. You guard the place while we are gone.” With those parting words she got into her car, turned the motor on and backed up to the machine shed, where Dad was just locking up the door.
By this time I had gotten up and walked to the end of the sidewalk. Yep, Dad got in and they drove off.
Well, I guess the place is mine now, I thought to myself.
Heading toward my dog house a brown streak of something went right in front of me so fast I couldn’t even process what I was seeing. Whatever it was went so fast I couldn’t even SMELL what was going by me. While whatever that was t was running by my face something ran right by my backside and hit my tail as it went by.
I spun around trying to see what whipped my tail so hard. Then I spun back around…and saw “Stanley and Stewart!!! The Squirrel brothers!
“Hey, Boomer! Let’s play hide and seek…We will hide and you can seek!”
With that they were off in two puffs of dust, one puff per squirrel. I gave myself two seconds to decide if I wanted to play or not. “You bet”, I bayed and we were off!
I chased those squirrels clear over to the Butler Grain bins, past the roller and the pile of plastic pipes. They chittered and chirped at me from several vantage points…the top of the tallest grain bin, then they scampered down to the roller and pranced all over to the top of it… (I almost got them at that point)….then they danced themselves right into the gated pipe that was in the middle of the pile of Dad’s transmission pipes he saves, in case one of the pipe in the field cracks or something.
Poking my head into the pipe I let out a volley of barks at them…LOUDS ONES! They just stood way back in the dark of the pipe and laughed at me.
After a while I got tired of seeking, my voice was getting dim and my throat sore so I turned around and just left.
It was a good thing too. Turning away from the pipes I could hear a car coming down the long, long lane…scampering off to bark whomever it was into the drive way, I raised my fur on my back and got a mean look on my face…let the trespassers come…I’m ready to guard the place.
I drew on all the courage of my mighty beagle self and barked up a storm! If Mom and Dad want me to guard the place, then I’m going to do it! I gave deep ferocious barks and ran right toward the bridge, the hair on my back standing tall.
Oh!
It’s Mom and Dad.
I joyfully followed them into the carport.
Hum, I wonder if they brought me something. I ran to the driver’s side with a huge smile on my face, my tail wagging in anticipation!
Nope, just a pat on the back, a ‘good job, Boomie’, then they were in the house.
Shish!
Oh, here they are again. That didn’t take long. “Come on, Boomer! Let’s go. Time to irrigate!”
Hey, now that’s more like it…Boomer … Go … Irrigate!
YES! Works for me!
Boomer the Beagle—bestest Guard Dog irrigator in the world.
It’s raining here!
Real rain!
Terry is out changing the irrigation water…not me. I’m sitting here, dry, and talking to you. 🙂
I know…I’m a fair weather irrigator! 🙂
Actually, he has some things he wanted to do that I couldn’t help with, but still
He is in the rain, with his yellow slicker on an rubber boots.
And I’m not.
The corn has dented…a full dent. That means the last irrigation is soon.
The pinto beans are starting to stripe and turn yellow…once fully yellow it will be time to let them dry so they can be harvested.
We will irrigate the alfalfa field after the hay is cut and hauled in, then that will be it for the year.
More signs of fall…the ending of the growing season.
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
Last evening it looked like a storm (just might possibly) come in. The sky changed, the feel to air changed, it smelled like rain.
Then it blew away. Still today the haze is not AS bad.
I sure hope we (meaning everyone who is in dire need of rain) gets some soon. Rain to stop all the forest fires, to green up the earth, to clean the skies, and to bring life back on the land.
Your friend,
Linda
We are still having haze from the fires! Although, and in spite of, yesterday was a lovely fall day.
The leaves are just beginning to turn; some are already falling. Not many, one or two, silently, a slight flicker at the edge of eyesight.
Sunday we had over thirty of these flying little jewels. Flitting here and there, getting in squabbles with each other, dipping and dodging. I go through a gallon of sugar water every day.
After we came in from setting the last of the water, the dappled light from the setting sun, glowing through the haze Terry, Boomer, and I rested before going in.
It was at that moment I realized the sounds of the Hummingbirds had dimmed. Only six little birds were visiting the feeders. The same count this morning. The hummingbird migration has begun.
I would much prefer Fall/Autumn to begin the last of September, not now, not in August. Still it is here…the sunlight this morning caught in the cobwebs heavily dappled in dew. Many of the other spring and summer birds have left…it won’t be long now until the Swallows leave. They seem to be around the last to go. Not always, but close. 
I understand why we measure time—for it is the hope that in doing so it will not leave.
As always your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
No matter how much I wish to ignore the signs…they are here.
Fall has arrived!
The nights are cooler–so much so I must so I must shut the windows in the house by two in the morning.
The Rabbit Brush is starting to bloom, the trees are sporting lighter leaves, even yellow in some places.
The last of this year’s bird babies are rapidly growing and changing. One set fledged yesterday…to the relief of Sam-Sam. These little ones were on the back porch light, causing the parents to very aggressive to Boomer, Sam and Terry and I.
We even have a few leaves starting to leave the trees.
No matter that it is still August…Fall has arrived.
Your friend,
Linda
Our kids in Grand Junction, Colorado, were camping on Grand Mesa for the weekend and asked us up for Saturday.
Now who could turn down an offer like that?
Off we went, Terry, Boomer and I. Once there the kids (and their dogs) asked if we could go to Doyle Lake. Sure!
Cliff and Kimi tried out the See-Saw,
Once there the dogs took a swim…except for Boomer…he doesn’t like water. 🙂 That’s Darby heading into the lake.
Cliff took a photo of Terry and our daughter, Kimberly, Scout and the top part of Gypsy!
Then we hiked around the lake and headed back to camp for a yummy lunch and a couple of games of Dominos.
I must say it was a very nice relaxing day. A real treat!
Your friend,
Linda
Can you believe it!!!? Mom forgot to let me blog last week! I was SHOCKED!!!
Oh, well! I still had lots to do.
I checked out the perimeter of the farmhouse every morning and evening and more, if I’m bored.
Sometimes I head out in the night. Because…
Well you see why.
It’s really smoky here. All the smoke from the horrible wildfires going on in California, Idaho, Washington, Oregon, Montana and Wyoming has drifted into our area.
It’s caught here…we are full of hills and dales, mountains and buttes, valleys and hollers, mesas and canyons, so it makes for a wonderful spot to stay a spell. Mom says we either need a good stiff wind or a nice heavy rain.
I think I agree with her. I spend lots of time sneezing, right along with Mom and Dad, and the rest of the people who live in our area. (Mom says she bets its much worse where the fires really are.)
We are working down at the rent house again. Mom says she is not fond of rental property. As for me…heck! I love it! Anytime I get to ‘go’ I’m up for whatever there is to go too! 🙂
LOOK! A Gambol’s Quail up high on the electric line!
Gota go! Mom wants me to help her!
Boomer
Life on a Colorado Farm 