A Question I Really Need an Answer Too — Wednesday, June 12, 2019

I got this comment yesterday on my post: “I used to enjoy reading your blog, learning a little bit about farming and such, but lately it is so encrusted by advertisements I don’t read it much anymore. It was once a great blog but the ads have taken it over”.

Cobwebs and rosebuds

So now I really need to know….is my blog posts full of advertisements?  Please be honest.

I know that when I open my blog for the first time I do see an ad on the side of the post, but if I go out and go back in the ad is gone.

But if you are having trouble reading because of ads, and going out and back in doesn’t get rid of them I will do something different.

I just looked at the cost of going ad-free and it looks like $100 per year

So, while I really must watch my money; I really don’t want to lose my reader base

So if you would be very kind, and take time out of your very busy day

I would be so very grateful for your input!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Joy in the Movement of Limbs —- Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Our daughter and grandchildren and granddog, Loki, came for a wee visit.

Since they live in a subdivision we took Loki for a run

He was DELIGHTED! (to say the least! 🙂 )

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Some Things Clutch at My Heart —- Monday, June 10, 2019

This little cat, once a feral, now a very good farm/house cat

Loves Terry…she watches for him,

Always keeping track of him, wherever he might be

All I have to do is find Mindy and I know where Terry is working.

But sometimes, I also love to gather her up

And pack her around …it seems even I can make a pleasant little smile on her kitty face.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Tale of Sadness and Bravery —- Sunday, June 9, 2019

The Vietnam Wall came to Delta.

It broke my heart to see all those names…the list just goes on and on and on

Friends and classmates, brothers, husbands, and sons; the wall unfurled each name and date as our dazed eyes took in the enormous loss

Tears constantly filled my eyes

Even as I sit here typing, I still want to cry.

An amazing WWII plane roared across the sky during the remembrance of those who were lost on D Day.

Then I saw a wonderful old gentleman stand and salute the flag.  He wasn’t part of the program, he was a serviceman forever more.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

In the Warmth and Glow of a Late Spring Day —Thursday, June 6, 2019

The quiet beauty of a farm  is not the glamor and glitz of a town, city, metropolis

Still, there is a bright glitter in the green growth of weeds and the

Quick flutters of wings and feathers.

To be able to actually see the enchantment

A human must be like a creeping shadow

Instead of blending into the raucous noise of a cities roar

Care must be taken to experience the unusual, instead of flinging oneself into the

Shimmering excitement of towns

The gold is lifted to our eyes on gentle breezes

As the shadows fall sharp upon the furrowed land.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

My Whole Heart is Brimming with Joy —- Wednesday, June 5, 2019

The sunshine has been wonderful lately

The days warm, but cooling down nicely in the night

Which is lovely, because the amazing spring flowers are still blooming heavily

Brightly offering sweet scents to the air

And color for the eye

So far this spring has been kind to us

A few days of over the top weather, but nothing to be overly concerned

Having shrunk my yard and therefore my workload

Taking care of the three rather large areas have become nice

Gentle on my back and the reduction in the amount of watering and weeding

So now everything is a pleasure, not a ‘job’

From early morn

Through late evening

I feel ever so grateful.

From my world to your heart.

Linda

Sweetness in the Warm Spring Sun and on Soft Gentle Breezes —- Tuesday, June 4, 2019

The delightful air is full of song

Tiny voices swirl and tumble creating a very bright sound

The pollen gifting life to bumble bees, the hummingbirds and the honey bees

And from afar in the Black Forrest by Colorado Springs, Colorado

A double rainbow filled the sky adding wonder to the smell of rich damp forest floor, the rising smells of the wet trees; a promise of abundant wildflowers to to appear.

Thank you, Elaine, for sharing your double rainbow with us!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Gleam in the Eye— Monday, June 3, 2019

I was sitting still waiting, in the peace and quiet— when a wee joy set down on the edge of the grain head

She fluffed and fluttered, turning this way and that.

Until just the perfect man arrived!

Sometimes we are gifted with the ordinary

Which really isn’t.ordinary after all.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

A Newspaper Article by a Wonderful Friend—-Sunday, June 2, 2019

Terry is enlarging the  pasture

Working at it steady so the grass will grow big and strong and healthy before the heat of the summer arrives

The other four pastures are really looking rich and green…Terry says it really nice to have the time and the energy to work on some of the other parts of the farm.

Which brings me to this post I’ve wanted to do for a little spell.

Our cows back in the day

A long time blog friend writes for the local paper in her New York area, the Amsterdam Recorder, she took a wee trip and wrote about it for all her readers to enjoy.  I asked her if I could reprint a  bit of it for my farming blog and she said yes.

The grandchildren watching the cows being moved years and years ago

“And speaking of being, as opposed to seeing, green, we encountered evidence of recent hot “green” issues along the way. While waging our own battles on the leg of the trip south through Pennsylvania, dodging potholes with varied success, and heaping language not befitting ladies and gentlemen upon some of the drivers with whom we narrowly avoided close encounters of the crashing kind, I noticed something interesting.

While all of America frets and stews about flatulence from cattle, most of which live in the relatively clean, green, rural countryside, a little air freshening around urban backdoors might be in order.

As we wound down the mountains of the Keystone State, sometimes mistaking the potholes on 81 for valleys, the actual valleys were filled wall-to-wall with cities; houses, factories, malls and parking lots.

And every single one of them was shadowed under its own smoggy mantle of flatulence. The kind that emanates from cars and trucks and heating systems and all the things associated with large collections of people. I have never seen a miasma such as that over a barn, pasture or even the most crowded of feedlots.

Alas, because there aren’t many farmers left, the people who eat what they grow and who wear the products of those cotton fields, don’t understand them anymore. They blame them for something they are.”

Marianne Friers,

Northview Dairy

Amsterdam Recorder

Our cows out on the pasture on the Back Forty,

I know that each and every one of you, gentle readers, are not the people who condemn farmers or farming as a way of life, but huge supporters, for often times I get emails saying “Thank a Farmer”.

Our cows coming in for breakfast years and years ago

But for those who are new to my blog, or new to anyone’s blog about farming…I thought what Marianne wrote was well said.  Often times it’s the very thing we are condemning others for, which we are (also) guilty.

So too not preach or make anyone uncomfortable I leave you now.

From my humble heart to your world,

Linda

Tangled in Clouds and Raindrops —- Thursday, May 30, 2019

We experienced a brisk wind all day yesterday,

Yet, at different points sunlight splashed between the foaming clouds

The slight sunrays pattering the sky and dappling the earth

We watched ragged rain  play along the mountainside

The wind was strong enough to tatter the trees; flinging leaves here there and everywhere

Then sometime overnight, the wind rose higher and higher in the atmosphere

Giving us the most beautiful sunrise and clear skies!

BUT before all that occurred…just there in the east, as the wind moaned and the clouds rushed away from us…I saw a Rainbow…a fat beginning of one anyway; before the clouds and wind pushed it away.

From my world to your heart,

Linda