Finished—Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Posted on September 9, 2015 by Dayphoto

We finally got all the firewood we ‘think’ we will need for the coming winter.

We’ve hauled, stacked, loaded, sorted, and arranged. We have some logs out by the machine shed for the stove out there.

Our son said he heard that winter was going to come upon us suddenly and last a very long time.

Only time will tell.

It was the coldest night so far last night. We woke up to 45*. The dew is thick upon the grasses and weeds. The air has a decided turn about it.

Still there is the everlasting light that surrounds us and the farm, bathing all with the start of a new day, or the closing of the old one.

Softly each day brings with it the sheer ordinariness, which is a comfort to the soul.

As always, your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

News of a Good Sort—Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Posted on September 8, 2015 by Dayphoto

The last set of Linkin’s (shared) pigs had her babies.

She got to help birth them (she helped with the first pig, named Apple); this one is named Cookie. I thought I had blogged about it, but I can’t seem to find where it was to link back to it.

She’s been with them every step of the way. From the second they arrived at the neighbor’s farm.

Mr. Chapman has been an excellent friend and champion to Linky. She was with Apple, even helping deliver the pigs —Mrs. Chapman right there showing her how. And now with Cookie. Linky even got to help deliver two that were stuck. The pigs are excellent Momma’s and adore ‘their little human girl”.

Sadly, Linkin even had to bear the loss of the pig in the front, when she had a heart attack and died. “Life and death,” Mr. Chapman explained “all goes together.”

For this little farm girl, now transplanted to a subdivision, she has been given the gift of both worlds. Terry and I will always be most grateful to Mr. and Mrs. Chapman.

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,

Linda

THANK YOU—Monday, September 7, 2015

Posted on September 7, 2015 by Dayphoto

I am humbly over-whelmed at the good thoughts, the congratulations, the amazing support of my publishing of my story: Boomer and the Mystery of the Missing Rabbits.

I graciously thank each of you for your continued friendship,

Love,

Linda

I Finally Did It—Sunday, September 6, 2015

Posted on September 6, 2015 by Dayphoto

And of course I don’t know how to add this photo to my side bar….:(

Anyway I finally did it. It’s available on Blurb.com , if you are interested. The pdf version is reasonable…and the soft cover seems to be in the ball park.

It was a long slog, way over my head in ability, to create the book and get an ISBN number. I’m still not sure if I’ve done everything right. I guess time will tell. I started with what I had already written for the simple reason it it was written. ( I have other stories started, but not finished.)

Soooo I did it. A goal I sat for myself and then wondered if I made the right decision.

Of course life is about always learning…this was a BIG learning curve. That for sure.

Your friend,

Linda

The Pinto Beans—Thursday, September 3, 2015

Posted on September 3, 2015 by Dayphoto

Not long now. One more irrigation then we stop the water.

The leaves are still showing green. We need them to turn yellow. And then fall off. It’s just a matter of days, maybe two weeks at the most.

Almost time….Almost!

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm

Linda

From Ann Patchett, Truth and Beauty—Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Posted on September 2, 2015 by Dayphoto

“To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall….”—Ann Patchett, Truth and Beauty

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm

Linda

A Deep Hush, Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Posted on September 1, 2015 by Dayphoto

The farm at twilight sends out a deep hush

Which says: “Step lightly…listen carefully…

The Swallows catching supper lend a peacefulness to the cooling air.

The plants stir gently in the gentle evening breeze

Glittering moonlight shatters the gloom sending waves of silver–much kinder than the sun, slower…a different rhythm– bringing on that space of time called night.