It is just a tiny thing—the blowing of the leaves from the trees and bushes
But—standing in the middle of the falling, dancing, blowing leaves
It feels immense. And marvelous! and Oh, so wonderful!
Just me, the earth, the wind, and crisp dancing leaves.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
The last of Summer’s hay leaving for tummies close to Olathe.
The only thing we have left to do now is harvest the corn. It is drying down, but not there yet.
Soon!
Real soon!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“One golden day redeems a weary year.”–Celia Thaxter
Although, the light is still on the pink side
As the sun starts to set
And the calendar still says it is November
The air has said we have stopped having Autumn, and now moving closer and closer
To winter!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A gift of a frozen world
With crunchy grass to walk upon
Even crunchy air
Call frozen fog
So very, very pretty
And then it warmed up enough to melt. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
This is me! The new way of being ME!
FARM DOG!
No longer am I afraid out on the farm.
If Mom goes out on the farm
I go out on the farm
Once on the farm, Mom puts me on the ground and I sniff around all over the place. But I always, always, keep myself close to Mom! ALWAYS!
If we don’t go on the four-wheeler,
Then we walk.
I LOVE WALKING!
Although I don’t want to walk the whole farm, it’s too big and
I would get tired
FARM! DOG!
That’s Me!
Boo Berry Betty BROWN!!!
Off Terry, Boo Berry, and I went to put the farm to bed. By that I mean, we picked up all the siphon tubes and blocked up all the pipes so skunks and ‘others’ can’t get in over the winter and make nice little nests. Those little nests become a huge problem when we start water…
Always a big amount of work, four alfalfa fields, and the corn field. Boo Berry loves running around on the ditch bank, sniffing at all the great smells. She will even jump into the ditch, now that water is gone.
She was tired when we got in also. 🙂
A good feeling. But, boy, was I ever tired when we got in.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I can’t help but think
As I watch the moon turn from a New Moon
To another gift of a full Moon
That the glory of the world is blessed with the innocence of a full Moon.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
Sometimes the farms’ hawk
Is easy to capture with the camera
Sometimes he/she moves in the blink of an eye
And I miss!
(this is an old photo, but I love it! A rare photo for me)
Oh, well! Maybe next time.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda 
Here is another older photo!
Storm Blowing in
Rolling along
Rolling, rolling
Dirt everywhere
Then a bit of a a frozen mix
The earth is littered with leaves.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I like to see the birds, flying high in the air
The thrilling sensation
Of catching them in flight.
Wings stretched in tight
Beautiful!
( a flock of birds over the Back Forty)
Even a little bird shadow.
So lucky, lucky am I!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
