The Day of Love—-Monday, April 17, 2017

Easter Sunday was really, really nice. Full of those things that break us out of the gray shroud and bring us forth into the Golden Light of Love.

All our children, those wonderful grandchildren, plus Ivy and Norm, came for an Easter Day Meal.  We ate, hunted to Easter eggs (adults and teenager also), played games, enjoyed each other, ate…..then, suddenly,  it was time to go home.

Terry and I looked at each other and told ourselves—this is what living is all about.

 

Cherished in the heart of love and (and for Terry and I) farming!

Love,

Linda

Each and Every Day –Thursday, April 13, 2017

We went through a long spell of chilled nights last week, resulting in the thinning out of the pears and possibly the prunes and plums.  Which is alright, as fruit must be thinned to produce large sized fruit.

But the last two evenings and days seem to have moved into a much nicer contrast of warmer temperatures.

We are gradually getting the corn ground wet—Terry wet plants.  What that means is he waters everything up first….wet clear through—called subbed over.  Then the ground sets for a few days drying out. After it reaches a certain point in dryness he will go in with the planter and plant the corn.

While that field dries out we move the water to another field.  The water flows non-stop until harvest now.  This field, that field, always moving and changing.  (Just so you know the water is never wasted, it flows back into the canal to be taken out by the farm just below us…repeated for several more times until it reaches the Gunnison River.  Just has it has been repeated to get to our farm.)

Where the water merges with the Gunnison RIver.  The Gunnison river then flows on down to Grand Junction, Colorado, where it meets the great Colorado River then flows on to California.

The early mornings and the last of the day—evening—are still cool enough we wear jackets…the daytime warming up to summer time temps.

All the time, day after day…the work steadily progresses.

But throughout each moment there is amazing beauty…from early morning sun,

to the calmly arriving night; reinforcing Terry’s and my joy of living on the land.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

We Bit the Bullet—-Wednesday, April 12, 2017

We had one last ditch on our place that was a dirt ditch.

Dirt ditches are a pain to work with…they fill up with mud, weeds and water plants, which go crazy happy in them; the water is soaked up in their little feet, the bank leaks making the farm road a mud mess, and the setting of the syphon tubes a huge job by the end of the summer. (A hole has to be dug in the mud to set each and every tube…Anyway, after much thought and deliberation we decided (at our ages) the cost of a new ditch made of cement would be the way to go.

.So we had the ditch grated in, surveyed and then opened up for the pour.

A huge great line of wonderful new ditch in the making

This is the ‘boat’ the cement will be poured into…

Here they are making the pour.

It took three loads of cement

By four o’clock yesterday afternoon—

It was done!  What a huge financial expense, but what a wonderful ditch we will have starting Friday!  (The cement has to cure first)

YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

The Growing Season has Begun!—Tuesday, April, 2017

We got the ditches all cleaned and then

Turned in the water!

We started small…20 tubes, so we could manage the setting and the digging out of the ends

Gradually we added more water, more rows, and more tubes

Nothing like the smell of the dry earth, as the water soaks into it.

Terry dug out the ends and I started the tubes. In a wee break I stopped and looked at Terry, who had a huge grin on his face.

“You are sure happy” I commented.

“Yes!” he replied.  “Being out here, doing this, makes me happy!”

“Me thinks”, I smiled at him….”You love being a farmer.”

“I think so too.” he stated.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

Under the Strawberry Moon—-Monday, April 10, 2017

We started work on the cement ditches.  Picking up the stacked tubes and placing them in every furrow, cleaning the ditches of trash and mud, and building the dams.  Later on this morning we will start water.  It will be a jumble of rushed minutes to stay ahead of the rushing, gurgling, bubbling, water—-crazy minutes to get the syphon tubes started and to make sure the water doesn’t run over the sides to ruin the farm ground.

In first light there was a peaceful little star, shining forth so bright I had to take a photo

While at the very same time that gorgeous April Moon was swiftly descending in the deep azure sky.

 

The trees were just coming to life with the sound of birds…

The sky in the east burning was off, as the setting silvered moon light splashed peacefully on our on the farm, striping the ground with a drifting dust of white glitter.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Saturday in the Grandstands—-Sunday, April 9, 2017

We spent the day at our grandson’s track meet!

Watching him stretch and reach, in fast movements, which propelled him from start to finish.

It is always, always such a pleasure to watch these young people (all the athletes) compete and along the way form new friendships.  This young man running just behind Bladen goes to school at Rangely, Colorado.  But he and Blade have become friends.  Competition is not about just winning, it’s about stretching oneself in such a way your whole ‘self’ grows.

What a blessing to be able to be there to watch and cheer.  The other great blessing is Blade invited us to come and then made a point to come thank us for being there.

He’s a great kid!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Small Solid Word—-Thursday, April 6, 2017

Every season has it’s own set of rules…it’s own ‘way’ of being and doing.  I’m sure this is true, not just on a farm, but for everyone.

Yesterday we hand-worked (or back worked) on the forever and ever amount, of ditches that can NOT be cleaned by the blade or the ditcher.

Terry worked in the lemon colored sunshine, using the shovel to clear last year’s mud and this February’s cow patties.

While I go first with the pitchfork…lifting and stacking the myriad assortment of weed collected in the ditches over the winter.

The pungent odor of dried stems, the faint whiff of dust…all adds to the slide of the pitchfork under the debris, the fling of trash to the other side;  making a little pile to dispose of later.

The fresh gusts of spring-time wind give me a tiny burst of celebration, since the breeze helps move the dried out weeds off my pitchfork helping me move faster.

In the evening I walk Romeo back to his barn–he and I are great friends.  Min-Min Lou and Boomer going with us.

Spring…the word is work!  Small and sturdy.  A passage of the season of winter, where the word is wait.  Summer will be the word Growing, and fall Harvest.

The circle of life– Inevitable. Eternal.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Morning Shivered with Frost—-Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Although the morning temps were way, way below freezing

The Spring sun broke out from storm clouds and lite up the earth in a golden light

The shadows being pushed back; shrinking into the last place of dark comfort by buildings, fences and trees…waiting to rise again to join the coming of night.

The crazy, wild, bone-chilling wind of yesterday has gone the way of a thousand moaning lost souls…

Farm work started back up—the sounds of the day: the thrill of the Western Meadowlark, the chirp of a pair of nesting Robins, and the singing of the Red-Winged Blackbirds adding into the distant hum of the tractor in the field.

These are my sounds of comfort;  a chilly, but nice peace floating on the golden light, of the morning sun.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

No! Said with Exquisite Politeness—Tuesday, April 4, 2017

It’s supposed to freeze tonight and tomorrow night!  There go the blooming fruit trees…pears and some of the plumbs.  But the part that is the worst is the loss of the Lilac blooms again…this year.  Sigh!

Still we strung wire to open up a new pasture for Romeo.  Worked on a fence or two next to the new pasture for Romeo…yes we are always fencing some place on the farm. Hauled some old railroad ties to the house where I want to make some flower beds with them.

And today Terry started marking out the corn ground.  The little pole things you see at the side of the marker are called Scribes…one goes down on one side, then it goes down on the other side after he turns around and starts back.  Scribes are to help Terry make straight rows.

We are moving along.  Once the corn ground is marked out, he will then mark out the alfalfa field, make a couple of waste ditches and we are good to go to start water.

By this weekend.  In spite of rain or snow or freezing wind…we will be officially in the growing season.

So I say to Old Man Winter…No.  No more.  Fling yourself away and rest somewhere at the North Pole.

It’s time for warmth to stay!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda