Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
(Hubbard, Papa (Henry Ashe), Henry Emmett —youngest son, and Willard top row,
seat William Hobson Thomas, Momma’s Dad and Momma, Ruth, Laverne.)
My Momma was the only grandchild/Niece of a large warm wonderful family on her Mother’s side.
(1929-2000)
She grew up knowing her Wootton grandfather, whom she called Papa, just as everyone else did.
(Her maternal Grandmother, Grace Elizabeth Hubbard Wootton 1879-1918) died from an ear infection when the youngest of the nine children was just two years old)
(Momma on her way to school one morning)
This large wonderful, warm, funny, family always got together whenever they possibly could.
Momma would tell me that Papa (Henry Ashe Wootton 1871-1940) was a most interesting man. She loved listening to the stories he told about his life and the lives of her Mother and all her Mother’s siblings, and his love of his life, Grace. (Papa never remarried.)
Henry Ashe Wootton
One thing that always stuck her mind was Papa would say: “Look at the sky, marvel at its wonders, and also look at the ground, for you can find spectacular things there also”.
Momma said Papa’s desk had fun things he had found while out walking…an interesting rock, a bird’s feather, a shiny bit of this and that.
I must be a wee bit like Papa for I look always to the sky
And I watch closely on the ground
Yesterday afternoon, while taking some stuff to one of the outbuildings
My heart, mind, and eyes
Were dazzled by a tiny wee heart just waiting to be found.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Yesterday and Today are miserable days to be outside
Although, Terry and I had some work that HAD to be done…wind, rain, sleet or snow, no matter
The bitter wind blew off all the Apricot blossoms
Making the ground white
Even landing on a very disgruntled cat
Today is pretty much the same
I went out to look for rainbows, but the clouds were not the right kind.
Photo copied from Face Book
Still, we had nothing compared to the eastern slope!
Nothing.
They are calling it a Bomb Cyclone
So in loving memory of the Apricot blooms,
I will close for now,
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The new farmer and his brother-in-law came and started working up the land. There are four families farming counting the main brother who is the head of the clan. They all grew up as farmers and have taken over their Dad’s land and started renting other properties—-it takes approximately 1,000 acres per family to make a living farming nowadays.
Since we have kept all the pastures, hills, meadows, and flatlands, that makes us responsible for the water on the place. (Not the irrigation of the big farmed fields but getting the water to the place, onto all the fields and into the pastures.)
The cows damaged the gated pipe over the winter so yesterday, Terry and I went out and removed the two damaged sticks
Replacing them with new gated pipe
Done!
After which we put together a load of trash to go to the dump….we are cleaning up all sorts of places and spots and areas we have put off for years.
Today Terry will make all the ditches on the place…that will help out the farmer and get the water to the places where we are farming.
So even though the major part of the farm is rented out…farming and upkeep for Terry and I has just changed—and Terry stated last night at supper he really likes this new type of farming for him.
And THAT My Friends (as you all have said) Is A Very Good Thing!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
On Sunday we joined 25 other vehiles to go on a cruise to Red Cliff Lodge at Moab, Utah
We all got there early ready to leave at exactly the top of the hour….which we did.
The miles streaked by
The scenery timeless
The road through the canyons and along the Colorado River made one feel as the ancient past was now present
Then we were there. All 25 vehicles of us and the guests already staying at the Lodge.
It made a for a very full dinning room.
After we ate brunch, Terry and I headed into Moab for a little sightseeing
Then we headed home—-
We got home around three-thirty in the afternoon. It was a very pleasant break in the week. We had fun conversations with really nice people and saw lots of neat vehicles.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
There are new feet walking on our farmland
Terry has rented out a large part of our farm ground! (Although, Terry kept some to ‘play’ with…which means farm, you do understand. 🙂 )
A big heart-wrenching change, but Terry says it is time to cut back–to cut down the workload.
From my heart to yours,
Linda
Terry and I are very content with how this spot is starting to look. After we grind down the stump, then I will plant grass. In time, we will put up a fence, maybe a white picket fence.
Keeping this one is good
And getting this one with the new sturdy railroad ties this area will be much easier to take care of.
Now! The spot that has me confounded. If I didn’t have grass growing in it, then I would like it. But I do have grass and
THAT is the problem.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
In the coolness of an early Spring day
The work begins in earnest
But that is fine with us
At our ages, it takes courage to get up and go
But we do, enjoying the shadows of the liquid golden sun
The immensity of the sky and earth, a gusty wind, clouds flurried in the air
Each hour action packed
Then once more back to evening, whereby we silently give Thanks for another wondrous day.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
My dog cousins get to go on really cool long walks and runs when my oldest sister and Jason go for horseback rides. They tell me they even get to sing at the top of their voices, because the wind, the sunlight, and trees love to hear hounds singing in the woods!
The ride in the tack room of the trailer is ever so comforting and restful.
I’ve gotten to go a couple of times and boy is it so much FUN!
Boomer Beaglie on a TUESDAY! Can you believe THAT!