Today is my little brother’s birthday. Of course he isn’t my ‘little’ brother anymore, standing way taller than I do. 🙂
He looks rather startled by the flash, don’t you think.
There are only the two of us…he and I.
Happy Birthday, Dan!
Linda
Last week we had a huge ice storm, then Mom and Dad LEFT!!!
Mom talked to both of us and told us they were going on a little trip, they would be gone three days and two nights, but they WOULD BE BACK!!!
Then she petted us and gave us kisses on the nose and really nice back scratches and asked us to do a good job of taking care of everything while they were gone.
We gave Mom lots of kisses on her hand and arm and said we would.
It was a LONG TIME UNTIL THEY GOT BACK!
Three days is FOREVER!!!!!
Yes, Shannon came up and took us for walks with the our dog cousins, and Misty and the little kids came over and checked on us….
BUT IT JUST WASN’T THE BEST…………..
We needed Mom and Dad!
Then they were here! Yippee! Boomer laid all over Dad’s feet and I laid right by Mom’s chair until bedtime, then we both slept in the bedroom with OUR PEOPLE!
While they were gone we had another ‘gully-washer’ so none of us could go out and start putting the farm to bed.
Gradually the days dried out and then on the warmest day ever (and I do mean HOT) Mom and Boomer and I and DAD all went out to gather in the siphon tubes
and the roll-out ditches and to pick up all the orange dams. Then we got the metal dams and stored them also.
Dad checked the corn out…still to moist, maybe by Halloween the harvest will start.
Boomer checked out all the raccoon poop and foot prints.
Me?
I stayed with Mom. I always stay right with Mom wherever she is ALWAYS!
That’s my job!
Taking care of Mom!
It sure was HOT! Whew! After all the cold we’ve been having to have a normal temperature day was rather, well…WARM!
Coming back home we all trouped into the house—first Mom, then Boomer and then me.
Monkey at her normal spot
Then Dad came in and made lots of noise, he dropped something I don’t know what….and
SCARED MONKEY!!!
Tee Hee …we all laughed out-loud!
She didn’t think it was funny!
HAHAHAHAH
BUT WE DID!!!
Sure was a good day!
Fuzzy
You are looking at the sunlight on in the Roubidoux Canyon, just down the road from our farm.
Well, TODAY is the DAY! I’m off here in just a short while to talk to the Social Security lady to see if I can get Medicare!!!
I never dreamed the day would come when I would be excited about Medicare, but I am. Medicare doesn’t pay for everything or all things so a person still has to have a supplemental insurance. That will be my next shopping trip….if all goes well today.
I think I am a confused as the next person on just what and how Obamacare (The Affordable Healthcare Act) is going to effect Terry and I, but for right now….today…I will be excited and pleased if I can qualify for Medicare!
Talk to you in the morning!
Your aging (but not unhappy about it) friend,
Linda
We have snow about 1 hour away — all around us.
We get glimpses of the snow off and on as the clouds move here and there on Grand Mesa. The weather man says we are to have more rain starting this evening around 6 and then changing to a snow/rain mix after mid-night.
We sure have been having lots of moisture since July. Although, I am NOT complaining we most assuredly need the snow pack to fill the reservoirs in the mountains… all this rain is wrecking havoc on the crops and the harvesting of the crops.
Some of you noticed the semi-coming toward us as we drove along I-80….
This was a photo of a wrecker pulling a semi truck into the shop. It did so look like a truck coming right at us I had to take a photo. 🙂
This is a semi-load of Honey bees. They were being transported from somewhere in Nebraska to somewhere else. The lettering on the truck said they were from South Dakota.
This is one HUGE pile of sugar beets along the way. The sugar beets were mainly in eastern Colorado and the corner of Nebraska. The factory behind the pile is defunct now. We were told that most of the old factories are being torn down. I suppose this one will be knocked down and cleaned up sometime in the near future.
This is the Great Western Sugar factory those beets are heading here. There is also an active beet factory in eastern Colorado and other places in the corner of Wyoming and western Nebraska. I’m not sure where they all are located.
We only saw one wreck and that was in a town and not a bad one, which was good. And the remains of what must have been a horrible train wreck.
Not seeing wrecks is always a very good thing.
Today Terry is working on the bean combine, putting it to bed for the year and the dogs and I are going out to pick up siphon tubes.
They all have to be picked up before he can start the corn harvest. (You can see the wind in the corn…sigh) I want to get them done, before the clouds set down any more.
I took this last night…the colors were just outstanding. Sometimes I think Autumn is a Dr. Seuss world so brilliant and complete yet simple and divine all rolled together.
Have a good one everyone!
Your friend,
Linda
I am so disappointed!!!! We had a stunning rainbow last night right in our front corn field.
I took the photos —PERFECT!
I down loaded them and LOST THEM…sob! sob!
Only this pale other end survived…
I guess this is better than nothing. But if you could have seen the other….
WOW!
After a few couple more stops we headed back.
Our trip back was fast…we decided that we would just hit the interstate and head home as fast as we could go.
On thing about the interstate — it’s boring! Miles and miles of the above.
Since Terry worked as a Line Foreman for our REA for 37 years we always look at electric poles, sub stations, transfer stations, you name it…stuff no one else sees but really does exists.
These wires are created special for areas that the wind whips through so power isn’t lost. Or at least they hope it isn’t lost.
I-80 is an major road from one coast to the other…therefore, we met lots and lots of semi’s.
We spent the night in Kearney, Nebraska. One thing about about Nebraska there is lots, and lots of history in this state.
It was good to see Denver again!
When we started out of Denver we could see storms ahead of us.
It was raining and snowing up to the tunnel and then at the tunnel the sun was shining (go figure)
The other side of the tunnel was wet and nasty.
Glenwood Canyon was still beautiful but wet.
Boy, was it nice to get home again.
Your friend in Colorado,
Linda
We took a flying trip to Norfolk, Nebraska as Terry needed some combine parts and a bracket for the suitcase weights for one of the tractors. Since we were both ready for a short trip off we went.
The desert between us and Grand Junction is extremely green. ( You can see Wild Horse Mesa in the background — it is the last green bowl shaped mesa just before the blue sharp lines of Grand Mesa)
We have had and are still having lots and lots of rain. Very nice for making the world fresh and lovely.
We got to Grand Junction as morning was coming into full-light. This is a very quick photo of the Book-cliffs which surround Grand Junction on one side.
Glenwood Canyon was beautiful waking up to a day of full-speed-ahead traffic.
Driving through the Johnson side of the Eisenhower tunnel.
We live 5 hours from Denver. At this point we are about two hours away. This a horrible mess come ski-season. The traffic slows to a 30 m.p.h. or LESS crawl on Sunday afternoon as people try to come back from a weekend of skiing.
Taking the back roads and staying off the Inter State
This CAN BE a bleak trip, but we enjoy the farms and ranches.
It was sugar beet harvest
And soybean and
corn harvest.
All the way from Colorado to Norfolk.
We cheered and clapped and gave everyone two thumbs up for being able to get their crops in.
That night we stayed in Ogalla, Nebraska —
Getting up early the next morning we we found lots of salvage yards
along our route.
Just what we were looking for!
Continued tomorrow….
Your friend on a California Mesa Farm,
Linda
I HATE THIS DAY!!!
I HATE IT!!!
Mom says I smell so nice when I get home and it’s just for a little while, but
I
DO
NOT
CARE!!!
I don’t think I smell bad!
That is just in her mind!
Boomer says he really likes getting a bath! I think he is off his rocker!
I HATE THIS DAY!
Fuzzy!
“Last night, there came a frost, which has done great damage to my garden … it is sad that Nature will play such tricks on us poor mortals, inviting us with sunny smiles to confide in her, and then, when we are entirely within her power, striking us to the heart.” — Nathaniel Hawthorne
It happened!
The cold has descended! Killing everything. Next week I will start digging my tropical plants and storing them for the winter. I have so many tubers of Cannas I really don’t know what I’m going to do with them, but I guess I will figure it out.
Most of everything I will leave as seed heads for the birds, it helps them and it helps my pocket book.
The trees and bushes should really start to color up now. It always takes a good hard freeze to start to see color on them.
In three weeks we hope to start the corn harvest.
We are moving marching forward to winter, a steady step-by-step now.
Taking one day at a time, your friend,
Linda
The day started like this…Boom was resting and resting and resting. But Mom came out and started putting all the lawn furniture away…off we trotted to the old unused grain bin…first Boomer’s favorite bed, then his second favorite bed, then Dad’s favorite chair…after that all the tables and the benches. Back and forth Boomer and I went with Mom. We are very good helpers!!
Then when Dad and Mom went off to finish Shannon’s fireplace
the wind started up…it blew me this way and that! That is one thing about wind I really don’t like my fur going here and there and everywhere!
Gradually the day started to end as the wind got worse and worse.
Boomer and I decided we were NOT spending the night in the dog houses….no sire! Not tonight!
Because the wind and the rain and the ice were bad all night!!!
We woke up to a very cold morning! Mom started a fire in the fireplace; we all toasted until I just got too hot and HAD to go outside!!!
Mom wonders if the snow and ice have finished off the apple harvest. Mom says she hopes not.
Anyway …
Boomer and have stuff to do, we are off (he is that dot in the weeds) to check out how the farm and our wild friends did last night in that bad storm. As you can see we are just cold here, the rain didn’t really wet anything down, just turned to ice. As the sun has come up it melted.
“I’ll take it!” bayed Boomer. “Give me sun any day!”
Me too…that was enough for a while!
Fuzzy
I always find the wording of these old news stories very interesting. A sort-of polite tongue-in-cheek bit of humor!
Today we should have the stove in place and the roof fixed. We got the wood hauled yesterday and sorted.
Your farm friend,
Linda
Lewis G. McBroom, arrested at Hotchkiss on charges of theft a little more than a month ago, and being held for trail at the next term of district court in this county, tired of prison life in this city and opportunities for further service [sic] a that greater guard house in Canon City, and consequently concluded to work out his own freedom. He completed this delivery from the county jail at a little after noon hour on Sunday when people were going home from church and there is yet some wonder that he could drop from sight entirely undetected.
His plan of escape was to get under the jail floor through a trap door or loosened boards and then dig out two or three brick and one stone of the foundation on the court house side, thus making a hole which would allow his body to pass through. He had evidently worked on this passage-way for some days and with a piece of steel bar broken from one of the cells some time ago by Marshall, the forger acquitted at the last term on his insanity plea.
Completing his avenue of escape, McBroom invited Chanes, the young Greek recently arrested for stealing and forging checks at Dominquez Canyon, and the only other prisoner in the jail at the time, to join him in his delivery, but the Greek declined. Half an hour later Chanes saw two young ladies passing the jail. He hailed them and related the disappearance of McBroom. He then said he wanted to see an officer and a note was written to Sheriff Sampson which was delivered as soon as that officer could be located, and a systematic search is now being made with the hope that McBroom can be located and returned to prison.
Life on a Colorado Farm 