Category Archives: Life on a Colorado Farm

My name is Linda Brown. I live on a farm on the western slope of Colorado, in the high mountain desert. I’ve lived here all my life, hailing back four generations on my father’s side. Today I blog about our farm, the everyday activities that keep the farm going. I also write about my thoughts and dreams and goals

On the Way to Vega Dam Lodge—-Sunday, July 22, 2018

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After early morning chores, we loaded up in the Corvette and headed down to Safeway where we met up with several friends for a ride in collector cars

Over the top of Grand Mesa, we all drove…a single line of cool cars, receiving waves from on-coming cars

On the way home

We ran into a brief shower.  Complete with a rainbow.

But I accidentally deleted my camera chip so all my other photos, including the rainbow, are gone.

I wanted to cry.  I had more things on it than just the trip.  But, oh well, it is what it is.  😦

There is nothing to be done to get them back.  I wanted to cry.

Sigh!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

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A Peace of Calm Beauty—-Thursday, July 19, 2018

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Elaine sent me this wonderful rainbow all bright and lovely in the sky about her home in the Black Forest.

Lucky me! Lucky You!

Then Rene` sent me this sweet sight close to her house in Paonia, Colorado.

Lucky me…now lucky you.

Then coming back from Montrose Sunday evening, we saw this unusual rainbow topping the hilltops close to Black Canyon.

Raindrops in color a hugely thrilling sight!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Fish’n—Wednesday, July 18, 2018

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What a peaceful day we had.

Not a care in the world,

Visits with good friends

Perfect weather

And a fish fry in the evening.

Then home again, home again in time to set the water for the last time that day.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Last Evening Late—-Monday, July 16, 2018

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We finished up the work we must get done…just that stuff that could not wait.

After the company came, supper was over and all were in bed…late into the night.

Terry and I went outside and sat in the glider…just sitting.  Not really doing anything.

Just sitting– listening to the leaves rustling overhead, the back and forth of the glider peaceful in the very warm night.

The moon a crescent, a sliver of light  close by a shining brilliant star

We sat there gliding back and forth, back and forth like we were riding on the wings of angels.

“It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine.”—L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle 

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

 

The Fourth Dimension is Time—-Sunday, July 15, 2018

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Tesseract 

A Geometrical and Scientific concept— where Time is a part of the whole.

I’m running behind right now.  Not just in Time, but in each and every facet of the moments which make up my life.

I know I’m complaining at this moment, although I don’t wish to be protesting, ranting, screaming.  Still, I understand this will read like a huge big cry-baby whine.

Shannon’s horse Glory Bree

I’ve reached a place whereby I just want to sit drifting…my thoughts in wisps

 

Jason’s horse TeAta

Nothing to do, nothing to think about, nothing to worry over, nothing to finish so I can ‘get to’ that other thing—Just void, blank, empty

I just want to drift on fragrant little breezes with nothing much to do

So, methinks, I might finish up some stuff, sit some other things aside, and close my mind and actions until company comes at four.  The house, the yard, my world will be whatever it is at that moment they arrive.  And I will be alright with it.

I want to enter that fractured space whereby neither time or worries, action and pressure cannot exist.

Schlegel_wireframe_8-cell  Shamelessly stolen from the internet

Once I make it through the complications of DOING NOTHING and come out on the other side…Time will once more be my friend.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Day Full of the Hum of Bumblebees—-Wednesday, July 11, 2018

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Summer….one thing about hot summer days and warm summer evenings is:

BABIES

Lots of babies…the Barn Swallow nests on our house there are about 8 nests all full of various stages of ‘kids’

I still have not seen any little baby hummingbirds…although, I keep looking and watching.  I would have thought there would have been something by now.

But…not yet.

I will keep watch.  Surely I will get to see something soon!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Sunlight Glowing; ’tis Summer, My Favorite Time of Year, Tuesday, July 10, 2018

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I spend every waking moment (that I can) outside. Working in the yard, helping Terry in the fields, reading a book on the lawn furniture

It’s terribly hot here this year, 90* (32.2 c) by 9:30 in the morning. Terry wilts after the thermometer hits 90*.

I seem to perk up.

We balance each other that way.

Still, the heat IS more like August; then July.

The plants are reacting to this unusual heat, by speeding up their growth.  Already the corn is starting to tassel out, and the pinto beans are shooting runners.

Early.

Almost two weeks early.  Seems very strange to us.

The weeds are loving it!  Growing rampant and wild and (even in some cases) lovely. Still, they are weeds, and therefore, undesirable.

Of course, they always and forever more pick the worst spot to grow—is there a good spot?

The little birds chatter and sing until around noon when the heat is too much for their songs.   From noon until seven in the evening they sit with wings spread out, tail feathers wide, beaks open, and eyes half closed.  Trying to stay cool.

But my flowers in the yard!! Oh! My!  They are bursting forth in such beauty.  Their scent silken as it caresses the air.

The touch of the sun warm on their breathtaking allure.

Then the evening sun fills the sky with gold, orange, and apricot.

Ahhh….summertime…and the living is good.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Two Mini-Storms—-Monday, July 9, 2018

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For two days straight now, the afternoon heat has given way to huge wind storms, with misting of rain.

But before the cooling of the skies, the heat creeps steadily throughout the day, building sweat on bodies and causing animals and birds to pant.

The sun beats down on the plants, the buildings, and the trees.

The lacy shadows spreading slowing on the ground allowing a repass for anything or anyone stopping in the shade.

The myriad of wildfires in the surrounding areas fill the skies with smoke, the smell of briskly burning timber coming in faintly on the wind.

Huge winds push the storms along, moving them to us from Utah, across the Uncompahgre Plateau, knocking branches down and stirring colossal twisters in the loose soil

Then the wee tiny gift of moisture arrives…causing one and all to tremble with delight and relief.

Not enough to really dampen anything, but enough to refresh the air, the mind, the body and the soul.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda