There is something just marvelous
About
Birds!
Just so you know.
Although, Mom says I like them for the wrong reasons.
Not really, Mom.
I like them because they are….
DO NOT EVEN THINK OF IT!!! Mom yelled at me.
Shish!
Hummmm I like them because they have lift off
They can fly
AND THEY CAN
SCATTER!
They did, lift-off,
and they did
Scatter.
Sigh
TLC Cai-Cai
Driving home one evening Terry and I saw black smoke rising swiftly and darkly on the horizon
It was still strong and black on the Uncompahgre Plateau when we went out to change the water.
But, the fire map I consulted didn’t mention anything, so I guess this is subscribed burn.
Sure looks scary to me.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s so hot (right now)
All our work is done early in the morning
And late at night
Although, the night has those amazing darting, biting bugs in it.
Do I sound whiny —- sigh— I guess I am.
I must do something about that.
So here is a stunning photo of the brilliantly hot sun through the corn!
Lovely! I must say!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Although the birds are migrating
There are still lots of feathered friends around
The little squirrels are busy gathering and eating and gathering
While our majestic hawk has the challenge of finding food from the sky
The heat has returned to our part of the world, we are reaching triple digits again
Stil the daily work of the farm
And the everyday bliss of Summer goes on.
Of which I am shamelessly
Grateful for.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
These darling little hand-carved ornaments come to me by way of Connie
She and her husband, Gene, craved them all year long, then gift them for Christmas.
Aren’t they marvelous? And so very creative!
Once more, THANK YOU, Connie https://farsideoffifty.blogspot.com/
THANK YOU! THANK you! THANK YOU!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Although watching it shower on the A’dobies was a delight.
The sunset bedazzling and very elaborate
The clouds gradually quieted as the sun subtracted itself from the simple life
Of our each and every day.
Work tilting forward always
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Okay, dokay, Mom and I were at the Upper End where Mom was busy taking photographs of ever so much,
and I was sniffing the air
from the safety of my little blue seat.
Blue for me. Boo Berry Betty. Boo Berry cereal is blue, so therefore Mom buys me lots of BLUE stuff. Besides, Mom told me blue is her first favorite color with lavender her second. So, my name being Boo Berry Betty told Mom she and I were perfect for each other.
Anyway, I got sidetracked.
Mom and I were out on the farm taking photos and smelling all the cool smells on the farm.
Mom saw the little chipmunk, who lives somewhere in the thicket behind the equipment. This little animal likes to run around on the header for the grain combine. Mom likes to hoover close by to see if she can get any photos of critters who want to run around on the grain header.
Yep, she got a good one! (after Mom put out a small handful of treats 😊) Chippy has a fun smell too.
Then Mom and I drove to the pond between the Upper End and the Back Forty where Mom SAW A BUTTERFLY!
(I smelled a Giant wild, HUGE wild, Doglike thing; I wonder if that is what Mom calls a coyote? I just smelled it; the scent was very faint.)
Mom very carefully tried to get a photo of the BIG white butterfly with black trim on its wings. Mom was hoping to get a really good photo because she thought it might be a Snow Apollos or Rocky Mountain Parnassian, or something like that.
Just as Mom snapped another bazillion shots of the butterfly it lifted up and flew away.
Mom reached out to give me a pat when
WASPS!
Every which, where, and even Up!
SCATTER!!!
Is just what Mom and I did (after a few more photos)
and I was getting nervous.
Mom started the four-wheeler, flipped it into gear and we were GONE!
Boo Berry Betty BROWN!
Soon, very soon, the falling leaves will hold mastery over us
Drifting down silently, laying a colorful mantle upon everything.
Autumn is in the air.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
A racetrack rainbow for you!
Marti
(All the way from Minnesota!)
I so hate to see summer ending, and the last day of August is the last day of Summer for me.
September always means the start of harvest and harvest means fall. So a rainbow of hope and a gift of colors is perfect for the last day of August leading us into September!
Thank you ever so Much!!! Marti
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Linkin and Glory Bee (taken on Coyote Hill, here on our farm)
Tallen Rose (taken while we were all out on Coyote Hill, here on our farm)
We are so lucky and so blessed!
A grammy on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 