I am re-blogging this from PIG Love. It’s just so wonderful I had to share!
A heart warming moment for you!
Your friend,
Linda
I am re-blogging this from PIG Love. It’s just so wonderful I had to share!
A heart warming moment for you!
Your friend,
Linda
Everybody has sadness, and people or things who bring regret or pain.
Everyone has those times that feel like the Four Horses of the Apocalypse have descended upon their life.
Eventually peace is restored, the angry people fade away or disappear, the ugliness of the situation is throw out — like a pail of dirty water
(Clouds reflecting in the irrigation water)
There are many situations human beings can’t fixed.
We are not without hope, and peace, or comfort.
Ever.
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm
Linda
Terry is out changing the irrigation water…not me. I’m sitting here, dry, and talking to you. 🙂
I know…I’m a fair weather irrigator! 🙂
Actually, he has some things he wanted to do that I couldn’t help with, but still
He is in the rain, with his yellow slicker on an rubber boots.
The corn has dented…a full dent. That means the last irrigation is soon.
The pinto beans are starting to stripe and turn yellow…once fully yellow it will be time to let them dry so they can be harvested.
We will irrigate the alfalfa field after the hay is cut and hauled in, then that will be it for the year.
More signs of fall…the ending of the growing season.
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
Last evening it looked like a storm (just might possibly) come in. The sky changed, the feel to air changed, it smelled like rain.
Then it blew away. Still today the haze is not AS bad.
I sure hope we (meaning everyone who is in dire need of rain) gets some soon. Rain to stop all the forest fires, to green up the earth, to clean the skies, and to bring life back on the land.
Your friend,
Linda
We are still having haze from the fires! Although, and in spite of, yesterday was a lovely fall day.
The leaves are just beginning to turn; some are already falling. Not many, one or two, silently, a slight flicker at the edge of eyesight.
Sunday we had over thirty of these flying little jewels. Flitting here and there, getting in squabbles with each other, dipping and dodging. I go through a gallon of sugar water every day.
After we came in from setting the last of the water, the dappled light from the setting sun, glowing through the haze Terry, Boomer, and I rested before going in.
It was at that moment I realized the sounds of the Hummingbirds had dimmed. Only six little birds were visiting the feeders. The same count this morning. The hummingbird migration has begun.
I would much prefer Fall/Autumn to begin the last of September, not now, not in August. Still it is here…the sunlight this morning caught in the cobwebs heavily dappled in dew. Many of the other spring and summer birds have left…it won’t be long now until the Swallows leave. They seem to be around the last to go. Not always, but close.
I understand why we measure time—for it is the hope that in doing so it will not leave.
As always your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
No matter how much I wish to ignore the signs…they are here.
Fall has arrived!
The nights are cooler–so much so I must so I must shut the windows in the house by two in the morning.
The Rabbit Brush is starting to bloom, the trees are sporting lighter leaves, even yellow in some places.
The last of this year’s bird babies are rapidly growing and changing. One set fledged yesterday…to the relief of Sam-Sam. These little ones were on the back porch light, causing the parents to very aggressive to Boomer, Sam and Terry and I.
We even have a few leaves starting to leave the trees.
No matter that it is still August…Fall has arrived.
Your friend,
Linda
Our kids in Grand Junction, Colorado, were camping on Grand Mesa for the weekend and asked us up for Saturday.
Now who could turn down an offer like that?
Off we went, Terry, Boomer and I. Once there the kids (and their dogs) asked if we could go to Doyle Lake. Sure!
Cliff and Kimi tried out the See-Saw,
Once there the dogs took a swim…except for Boomer…he doesn’t like water. 🙂 That’s Darby heading into the lake.
Cliff took a photo of Terry and our daughter, Kimberly, Scout and the top part of Gypsy!
Then we hiked around the lake and headed back to camp for a yummy lunch and a couple of games of Dominos.
I must say it was a very nice relaxing day. A real treat!
Your friend,
Linda
We are picking up all the loose ends today–
Terry and I ran down early, early this morning to cut some tree limbs, which were too close to the roof on the other house.
We checked to see how the bean crop was doing at the early morning irrigation –the pods are now at the green string bean stage…we need at least three more weeks of growing weather for them to ripen and strip.
The corn is looking good. This is not sweet corn, but the kind of corn you have for cereal, corn bread, and animal food. Harvest for the corn is not until late October or sometime in November.
The alfalfa is coming along nicely. It looks like around Labor day will be third and last cutting of hay.
Boy, the growing season is fast coming to a close!
I’m pleased with my canna bed. This is where we cut down a dead pine tree this winter. I wasn’t really sure what I wanted to do with this area, but I think having the cannas here was a very good thing.
Like most of you, we are having cold temps. It was 47* this morning when we woke-up. Sure feels like fall. Although, we are NOT ready for a freeze. We need the heat to return to be able to get the crops to maturity.
I guess I won’t worry about it…there is nothing I can do anyway.
Your friend as always,
Linda
After two days of fun with her best friend, Ellie
All the things she got to do at the farm
We are packing up, to drive her to meet her Mom at Rifle, Colorado.
Half way for both of us. There we will unload our car and load up Misty’s van. Sadly, we must say good-bye for a spell.
Saying good-bye is never easy.
Your friend,
Linda
Terry and I have been working down at the other house…there was (not anymore 🙂 ) a broken water pipe.
Of course, it was way, way, under there…crawling through icky dark cobwebby spots is never a favorite thing to do
Then we found out that the clothes washer wasn’t working
So to make a very long, tedious story short
The girls have gone with Terry to change the water and I’m fixing lunch.
Crossed fingers and toes…everything is back into place and good working order.
As always your friend,
Linda