Preparing for Cows—-Tuesday, November 27, 2018

I’ve been side-tracked all morning.  So many things I needed to do BEFORE I sat down to write

That I am just now getting to chat with you

The cows are due to come soon….very soon….like SOON!

Before they get here Terry and I started working on the fences

And the gates.

Cows are amazingly curious creatures…if they find a weak spot, their curiosity gets the best of them—

which then gets the best of us! 🙂

Off now to go pick up siphon tubes!

You folks have a good one!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

In the Shadows of Moonlight—Monday, November 26, 2018

A whole world exists

One we can only see if we walk silently

Careful to not let our shadows flicker

Or the flash of the camera startle

Keeping the little news sniffing beagle close to my side

While wandering in the moonlight.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

The Wind Brought in Icy Wind, Rain, and Snow — Sunday, November 25, 2018

The rain and snow came in yesterday and we loved it

It fell in the mountains and froze up our world

The clouds flew in on very cold wind pushing the moon behind them

Tattered shadows scudded here and there across the darkening sky

Shimmering pale and lovely above the now winter landscape

Winter has finally arrived on our farm in the western part of Colorado.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Put Aside Those Little Creeping Negative Thoughts—-Thursday, November 22, 2018

(The next few photos are pictures of the San Juan Mountain Range seen from our farm)

Today is the United States of America’s day of Thanksgiving

The day we give Thanks for all that is real and leave behind those feelings of ungratefulness

The reality is we should be grateful every day, every single second of every day

For, after all, not everyone gets to live to be old

 

(This is a photo of the Adobe Foothills at the bottom of Grand Mesa and at the end of our lane)

I feel we owe it to those souls who have passed beyond into the veil, to open our souls to Thankfulness

We need to make a strong effort to put aside jealousies and ugly slanders

And create memories of golden precious thoughts, which open us up to the beauty all around us

Not just the beauty of nature but the beauty of those other souls who come into the atmosphere we share

Either on a physical place or this wonderous cyber world.

For no matter what each person, near or far, shares your journey with you.

(This is a photo of the Paonia Mountains east of us)

So with those words, I fling my arms wide and wish to say to each one of you, from the bottom of my heart [as my Momma used to say]

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
From my HEART to your world,

Linda

 

 

 

Yes, I Still Wear Shorts —- Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Yes, it’s cold outside…

And normal people like to dress with lots of layers on

Yes, we heat our house with a wood stove, which makes for lots of work…

But it has to seriously get cold for me to start wearing long pants to work around the farm (I wear long pants to town…just say’n. 🙂 )

I have had to give up my flip-flops during early morning activities

But it has to get insanely cold—like in January and February

To give up my shorts.

In my defense when I grew up all little girls had to wear dresses to school, even in Jr. High, even in High School…please tell me what is the difference between dresses that are the length of shorts and, well, shorts?

🙂

That’s my story and I’m sticking with it!  LOL!!!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Dazzle—Tuesday, November 20, 2018

 

One of new [of many] passions is trying to get photos of birds

I am sunstruck with these amazing creatures with wings

I love how they sail over our heads often times silently where we never ever see them because we never look up

There they are in the air rushing in different directions

Into the void called wonder!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Corn Harvest 2018—Monday, November 19, 2018

After several days of harvesting

Moving up and down rows; filling the truck, then hauling it to the elevator

We can give thanks that 2018

Harvest has finished.  The combine and truck cleaned up and serviced.  Put safely away for the year!

The only thing left now is to put the farm to bed.

Then the cows come! YA!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

That Extraordinary Weight of My Heart —-Sunday, November 18, 2018

Sometimes there are things within seemingly ordinary days

That blaze forth into my heart, mind, and soul

Often times its something so tremendously common, yet so toweringly wonderful

They seem to blanket the earth, or the sky, whichever it may be

The commonplace whispers to me with throbbing messages of distant lands or new places to see

Sometimes it an amazing gift of wings in flight

Or grumbling clouds filled with streaks of light

But always, always whispering all around me in slow rhythmic  movements

Silently the every day of common things weigh wonderful upon my life.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

On One Fine Day —- Thursday, November 15, 2018

On Sunday we saw an FB page from someone, who said they live at, or around Blue Mesa Reservoir.  On that page, he said that the water in the Blue Mesa Reservoir was so low that buildings from the Old town of Sapinero were starting to appear in the lake.  He then showed a photo of what he said was the old Sapinero grocery store.

Now Terry and I remember Sapinero, the old town, and we remember when the Blue Mesa Reservoir was filled completely covering the old town…not so very long ago.  It was in 1963.

We also know that even if the old town was completely covered with water, the New town of Sapinero was moved up on land above the Blue Mesa Reservoir making a complete community for those who wished to have their postal address say Sapinero, Colorado.

Off we drove looking for the buildings of the submerged old town of Sapinero.

The only buildings we saw were the dock houses.  (The water is extremely low.) So we stopped and talked to Park Ranger.  He looked at us as if we were nuts.

“No,” he said, shaking his head in puzzlement.  “No old buildings, just the two dock houses.  The water is terribly low” he went on to explain, but the reservoir is 39% of its capacity.” 

He asked us why we asked.  We explained about the FaceBook page.  He just shook his head and said…”Sounds like someone was using Photoshop.”

He shook our hands and we left.

So here you have it— only the boat dock houses are on the lake.  Although they have told all boats they can no longer use the lake because of the boat ramps being so high.

We stopped at an interpretive sign so I could take a photo of it to post to you–:)   As you can see Sapinero is way down at the bottom of a huge canyon.  We used to have to drive into the canyon following the train tracks to go to Gunnison, Colorado.

The old town of Sapinero is very close to where the dam is now.  For the water to be so low in the Blue Mesa Reservoir that the buildings were starting to appear…the whole reservoir would have to be empty.

Sigh!

So whoever it was that posted this really just made everything up.  BUT—-it did get us out of the house and up to the Reservoir for a little ride!  That turned out nicely!

You folks have a good one…we are still moving along with harvest!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

With a Grin of Delight—Wednesday, November 14, 2018

(Yes flip-flops…but as of today I’m switching into tennis shoes…it’s just too cold anymore. 🙂 )

I don’t usually go down with Terry to dump the corn at the Elevator…I just have too much stuff to do here at the house.  But his second load he asked if I would go with him

So I did!  🙂  This is the inside where the corn is unloaded.

After the corn is dumped, the floor is swept up, putting each kernel into the elevator.  (I swept the floor.  I’m good at things like that. 🙂 )

The line was long when we left …the semi’s take a whole hour to dump…just to give you an idea of the length of wait time. (But let me tell you, those drivers are not bored, they get out of the trucks and stand around in groups visiting. 🙂  )

Back to the field.  Twilight Terry finished up the last hopper full for the day.

I heard the crows calling as I was coming in from the field.  Change is in the air.

We start again in the early morning.

Propelled forward by a truckload of corn.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda