They CAN produce beautiful sunsets!
It’s raining here, but the weather man says we are going to warm up this weekend. That will be very good. The farmers are all having trouble with the crops, too much rain (and wind), the ground is still cold, and the irrigation water has been cut back a month too early.
Oh, well…that’s how some years go.
Linda
Mornings are still cold, so I get up before Terry, start the fire and by the time 5:30 rolls around the house is toasty warm.
Sure seems late in the year for a morning fire, June is hovering just around the corner.
By the evening it has warmed up enough we have shed our jackets and can work in shirt sleeves. Then those storms you see gathering in the background make it to us and we are cold and wet again.
Not much happening here.
Linda
Now that is one contented bull!
Linda
It’s been raining for a week, I so miss the sun! And we still are having to light a fire early in the morning to take the chill off.
I’m waiting for the snow to leave Grand Mesa….not until then will be free of chilling weather.
Linda
This is Boomer,
Fuzzy said I could have my say, Fuzzy is really cool. Just like Mom calls him, she calls him a Cool Dude.
I agree! Geezz he lets me do all sorts of stuff with him, we bark at the mailman, the UPS driver, the FedEx lady.
The fun part of living here is I get to do ‘stuff’. Fuzzy does stuff so I am learning to do all sorts of things.
We bark at birds. That is really fun. I get to jump HIGH when I bark at the birds; we chase them out to the alfalfa fields.
Of course the Swallows do NOT pay us any attention; they just keep on flying and eating all the flying bugs in the air. Now those Starlings….those sneaking things like to swoop, or hop or somehow sneak in and get our dry kibble. Fuzzy hates the kibble, but I like it. He says it tastes like sawdust, I don’t think so. I can taste all sorts of good things in the food.
Anyway, those Starlings are a little hard to manage, but we watch for them and we give the really good bark when we see them. You know the bark….loud and long. I do my really cool hoooooooooooooow and they fly off. Most of the time they have a kibble in their beaks but sometimes we scare them enough they drop the kibble! HEE HEE
Another cool thing I’m learning to do is ride in the back of the pickup. I know how to ride in a car….I sit real close to the driver and I stare straight ahead. I used to ride all the time. But Mom and Dad say I have to learn to ride in the back of the pickup because there isn’t room up front for them and us two dogs.
It was really scary right at first. I would jump out the moment I got in the back; gradually Mom figured out that if Fuzzy got in first then I would stay with Fuzzy. We are working on me not jumping out the second the truck stops. I am getting better at it…I really scared Mom one time because I jumped out at the sale barn. She was really mad at me for that. I guess I scared her real bad, so now I stay until she calls me and says I can get out. Boy is it ever hard to do. Fuzzy told me to sit still so we can go more often…but man there are so maaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnyyy cool things to look at and to smell!!!!
I’m staying because my choices are to either stay home (by myself) or be tied up in the back. (She does that when we are at the sale barn now). My goal is to ride like Fuzzy.
I’m practicing,
I really am.
Boomer for Fuzzy on Friday
Always a big worry…so once we see the little leaves poking out of the ground it is time for celebration!
Irrigation is something that happens at dawn, at noon and a dusk. It just doesn’t stop.
We are watering the pinto bean ground right now, getting the ground wet before Terry plants.
He always waters first, lets the ground dry out to the right moisture point and then plants.
That way the weeds are not as much of a problem as when the seed is watered up.
Yesterday I made my very last trip to the Paonia Campus. Time is running down fast now.
I must say I’m very excited!
Linda
After 16 years of work, I am finally ready to retire
The last day at work will be June 6th.
Life is extremly busy at this point. Training the new person to take over what I was doing in Paonia, and splitting apart the rest of my work (I’m not being replaced at the main office) for the other two people at my level of employment.
Add in home life…well, it sure has been b.u.s.y.! To say the very least.
So even though this is a ending…in many ways it is also a beginning. My grandson says I’m graduating. Maybe a ten-year-old is on to something.
Anyway, thought you might like to know…retirement is finally here and I’m really excited about it.
Linda
The Sunday Stills challenge this week is Looking High and Low.
So I chose my lilacs. They are just wonderful this year
I only have three bushes. I was afraid they were going to not bloom because of all the freezes and the very cold weather
I’m so very glad they made it through!
My yard smells just wonderful!
Linda
Today I thought I just might introduce you to Hank…the grandchildren— named him Hank the Cow dog. You know, after that famous Hank the Cow Dog of John R. Erickson fame.
But I’m here to tell you he is no Cow Dog. I’m a cow dog, born, bred and raised cow dog. I spent my first five years working cows, riding on hay wagons, and keeping coyotes out of the calf pens. Hank is No cow dog. I tried to tell them that the very first time he showed up on the place. (Just like every cat and dog on the farm he was a throw-away.)
I tried to tell them he is really a marshmallow, this dog is soft! Soft! Finally the family has started to see that and they call him Hanky-puff.
They better never hang something like that on me!!!
Huff!
PUFF?!?! Heavens I would die, if they ever called me a Puff!
Anyway, Hank really is a puff, he stays in the house 90% of the time playing with the kids, (Mom even laughs because they lay all over him like some sort of big pillow), eating the cats food, hanging out with the Mom-Mom always.
Me, I let the kids pet me, but that is about it. I’m a working dog and I want to keep it that way. I would never bite or hurt the kids in anyway. But they do have to, well, stay in their place.
Hank seems to always, I do mean a.l.w.a.y.s be hungry. That boy can put away sacks of cat food and dog food and anything else he can get his big white teeth on. Mom says that’s because he is a growing dog, he is just now a year old.
Boomer rather enjoys Hank showing up…which reminds me Hank never comes over (we are two fields away from his house) unless he comes with his people. Me—well, when Checkers was still alive I would trot down there and visit at least once maybe twice a day. I don’t go now either, just too hard on the old joints.
Anyway, back to Hank and his chowing down. Sometimes Mom gives us dry kibble. I much prefer the canned stuff, but she says dry as cardboard dust kibble is good for our teeth so we need to eat some of it too. I barely eat at it…blahhh, sure does taste…like sawdust. Boomer doesn’t care…he eats it. Says he is GLAD to have it. Heck Boomer is just plain glad to be here.
I usually just sort of munch at it, Boomer slicks his right off the bowl, even licks it clean.
Because I don’t really eat my food it means there is always food setting out when Hank shows up.
If I’m not paying attention he scarf’s the whole thing down and then heads off looking for any bones or something else he can eat. I swear that dog is a bottomless pit.
But, if I get there in enough time….I tell Hank he can go eat birdseed.
This bowl is mine. Then I hurriedly eat every last morsel because if I don’t….well you know what will happen.
Fuzzy
The corn is starting to shoot tiny little roots so it was time to knock down the rows and Mormon Crease the field.
We’ve been really busy the last of last week and this weekend. It seemed like the irrigation water, the crops and my yard all needed attention all at once.
Well, the irrigation water is a three times a day requirement, but when everything comes together all at one time, sure does make a person scramble.
The cold wind blew in blowing 30 miles an hour, then it starting dumping rain. Terry was able to get the last field done just before the worst of the weather started
I’ve been working on turning this spot, where the tree was, into a garden. Freeze warning were out so I had to cover up some of my plants.
So far th alfalfa is looking good. First cutting should be sometime the first part of June.
Linda
