While, out-and-about, looking for things to photograph
I had one of these,
Startle and fly into the air.
I scared the pheasant, but I must admit, it also scared me!
Gradually, breathing again, the land, the pheasant and I returned to normal.
🙂 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
(I hate this new way of writing on WordPress!)
Please excuse the mistakes, but this is taking some getting used to!!
It’s very crisp coolness here, of a morning. Not enough to see your breath, but getting close.
By afternoon, late afternoon, around 5 p.m. it is warm. Nicely so.
We are busy, as always, although, the irrigations are now done.
We are waiting for the corn to dry down before we harvest. It takes time.
Days of warmth, rustling of wind through the stalks, nights of cool to cold.
Many such days…each day passing, each day similar to the day before.
Still, change is taking place, in the air, on the cooling earth, in the glowing light of the sky
Silently changing, silently moving forward.
Always
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We finished up the very last of the irrigation of the alfalfa fields this week
At least we think it will be the last,
The air is dipping into the low thirty’s now
So far the little beagle will go with me, but not always.
And not when it’s chilly cold in the morning or chilly cold in the evening. He makes sure to hide. 🙂
The corn whispers and sighs as we drive through
The shadows stretching long against our farm road —the leaves rippling and clattering softly
The sky dappled with vaporous clouds and the silver moon.
The gloaming baths all of us in amazing light.
October…has arrived.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Honey Bee
Those are bugs flying in the air. All types and varieties
Sparrow in flight
The Barn Swallows left us in one huge swirling swoop
These just think they can fly. 🙂
To have one of these fly up in front of you is to startle you greatly (pheasant)
Not a feathered type of flying, but one that flies, never-the-less
And, yes, this really does fly!
ZOOM!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I love taking photos of the moon
I try to capture the moon whenever possible, even with the wrong camera to pick it up.
I look for the moon in the sky, glistening bright and fresh, bejewelling our earth
Sometimes covered in misty crystals of ice…like frozen cobwebs in the air.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
As the mist left the land
Boomer and I took squirrel food and birdseed over to the equipment area
To feed the little critters
For life ‘on the land’ can be a tad harsh in the winter.
After spreading out the treats we (Boomer and I) waited. First, the little chipmunk to show up.
While the chipmunk ran home to deposit the great find. Natures’ vacuum cleaner arrived! 🙂
Leaving nothing behind
Nothing.
I couldn’t put any more out for two reasons: I had not brought enough. And if I came out to scatter more— the birds wouldn’t come back.
Instead, I would get a repeat of the squirrel. 🙂
Darn it.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I put out a camera by the canal
Alongside the road,
To see if we still have deer on the place
Yep. I think so. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
In the cooler part of the late Summer/early Autumn day, the last load of hay went up to the North Fork to help feed 2,000 sheep.
Now we only have the corn to harvest.
But that will be on a true autumn day. Late October, or November. Or even on a winter day in December. Only time will tell.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We spent yesterday hauling dirt from the settling pond a mile away, back onto our farm to use next winter.
The smell of dirt, filled our nostrils from start to finish 🙂
We had an audience
They LOVE watching FARM TV.
From 8 in the morning until the setting of the sun; back and forth we went.
Although the work was revitalizing, in a comforting sort of way…it was also very exhausting — lurking right there under the current level of necessary energy.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
These times we live in are so
scary, really.
I tried to think of a different word;
only scary seemed to burst out of my mind and stay there.
I have given up listening to the news
Reading hate-filled anything
Watching any type of National Sports.
I do so, to keep my mind sane, although,
We keep on working, and I am putting up food as always.
Storms clouds are not just building, they have arrived.
My Dad said I liked to look at the world through rose-colored glasses.
I think he was right. For I bury myself in the daily murmur of the farm.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
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