We drove to Silverton, Colorado
Then after that, we stopped at the Hot Springs Pool in Ouray, Colorado
It really wasn’t a long, long day. We left at ten in the morning and returned at 5:30 in the afternoon.
Relaxed and rested.
Sure was nice.
And the sun took a step back, the trees lulled themselves to sleep and autumn was awakened.”– Raquel Franco
From my world to your heart,
Linda
No more water checks. No more heading up to see if one or more siphon tubes have stopped
No more! The season has finished. Now we wait. Corn harvest is next. But that won’t be until late, late in the fall.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We were leaving our youngest Granddaughter’s volleyball game in Clifton when the moon started rising.
Taken with my cell phone
Stunning, lovely September moon.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
ORANGE!!! The color of Autumn!
“Each person who delivers KindessStays with us forever.”—Robin S. Sharma
Chapter Five —– The Rain Moves In
It’s starting to cloud up. Yepper. Clouds on the Western Horizon—I told Boo Berry —“don’t pay attention, it doesn’t mean anything.”
“But what if there is thunder?!” Boo Berry’s eyes bugged out.
“Oh, heck, it will be so far away, way over there in on the mountains—so far away we can only sorta hear it.”
“Yeah, but… WE CAN STILL HEAR IT!!” Boo Berry shuddered.
“Oh, geez, just go in the house,” I replied. “In the house, you can’t hear thunder way over on the Plateau.”
With that, I picked up my paws and headed out to the grain bins. I only looked back once and saw Boo Berry staring at the back door wanting to get in.
What a dog, I muttered.
On the way to the grain bins, I ran into the hens again. They were scratching and clucking to each other…rather busy I thought, when suddenly, Skitter stopped and looked up at the sky. Cocked her head to one side, fluffed up her feathers in a very fluffy way, and muttered something to Silver, as she turned toward the henhouse.
Silver looked at her in a perplexed manner then started following Skitter toward the hen house.
I watched them for a spell, “Hey, where ya going? There are still bugs out here to catch and eat!”
“Not right now, cat! We’re heading into the hen house. Not worrying about eating we have lots to eat in our house: yummy lay mash, a halved cucumber, and a wee little bowl of dried mealy worms. See ya after the storm!” Skitter called as they ran into the hen house.
Storm! Everyone is getting sorta wrought over a storm that may or may not happen. Shish!
I passed the grain bin. Sat for a little bit in the road, trying to decide which farm road to take next. To the left is the gated pipe and grass field Dad cuts for grass hay. First Cutting is all he ever does on it. That is when the grass has bloomed and headed out making lots of protein-rich seeds.
That field has been cut, baled, and stacked. And I’ve played in there with Boo Berry until I am rather tired of that field.
To the left is the haystack yard, past that is the equipment storage area: the plow, a combine, all the necessary implements to work up the ground, you know, stuff like that—and, OH! YES! And the little headgate where the irrigation water splits to go to two different spots.
That’s where I’m going!
Some mice hang around there in the weeds, and water snakes hang around to catch the mice who are hanging around in the weeds!
Yes! I am! A perfect spot to hunt!
And we got a RAINBOW!
Shining right into the Roubidoux Canyon right below our farm!!
And another one going toward Grand Junction!
YAY!!!!
“Every dawn seemed to promise fresh miracles.”—Anna Godbersen
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
After a big dust-blowing wind
Storm clouds rolled in with sprinkles of water now and again.
But, the big news
It isn’t the rain or wind but the turndown of the heat and the uptick of the cooler (much) weather.
We thought—-one more ride with the top down!
🙂 🙂 🙂
“Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn’t know you left open.”—John Barrymore
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
And it was very chilly—enough we had to wear jackets outside
Hurry! Hurry! I think/yell as the birds tumble through the sky—-
“By all these lovely tokens, September days are here. With summer’s best of weather and autumn’s best of cheer.”–Helen Hunt Jackson
Winter is coming…coming…coming.
Winter is coming, I sadly think.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
BUT!!!
We are being blessed with—-
Amazing Autumn Skies!
They are so incredible it makes a person want to lift up their voice
And SING!!!!
“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Thank you! THANK YOU! Ever so much, Elaine!
“The morrow was a bright September morn; the earth was beautiful as if newborn.”—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 