Although watching it shower on the A’dobies was a delight.
The sunset bedazzling and very elaborate
The clouds gradually quieted as the sun subtracted itself from the simple life
Of our each and every day.
Work tilting forward always
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Okay, dokay, Mom and I were at the Upper End where Mom was busy taking photographs of ever so much,
and I was sniffing the air
from the safety of my little blue seat.
Blue for me. Boo Berry Betty. Boo Berry cereal is blue, so therefore Mom buys me lots of BLUE stuff. Besides, Mom told me blue is her first favorite color with lavender her second. So, my name being Boo Berry Betty told Mom she and I were perfect for each other.
Anyway, I got sidetracked.
Mom and I were out on the farm taking photos and smelling all the cool smells on the farm.
Mom saw the little chipmunk, who lives somewhere in the thicket behind the equipment. This little animal likes to run around on the header for the grain combine. Mom likes to hoover close by to see if she can get any photos of critters who want to run around on the grain header.
Yep, she got a good one! (after Mom put out a small handful of treats 😊) Chippy has a fun smell too.
Then Mom and I drove to the pond between the Upper End and the Back Forty where Mom SAW A BUTTERFLY!
(I smelled a Giant wild, HUGE wild, Doglike thing; I wonder if that is what Mom calls a coyote? I just smelled it; the scent was very faint.)
Mom very carefully tried to get a photo of the BIG white butterfly with black trim on its wings. Mom was hoping to get a really good photo because she thought it might be a Snow Apollos or Rocky Mountain Parnassian, or something like that.
Just as Mom snapped another bazillion shots of the butterfly it lifted up and flew away.
Mom reached out to give me a pat when
WASPS!
Every which, where, and even Up!
SCATTER!!!
Is just what Mom and I did (after a few more photos)
and I was getting nervous.
Mom started the four-wheeler, flipped it into gear and we were GONE!
Boo Berry Betty BROWN!
Soon, very soon, the falling leaves will hold mastery over us
Drifting down silently, laying a colorful mantle upon everything.
Autumn is in the air.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
A racetrack rainbow for you!
Marti
(All the way from Minnesota!)
I so hate to see summer ending, and the last day of August is the last day of Summer for me.
September always means the start of harvest and harvest means fall. So a rainbow of hope and a gift of colors is perfect for the last day of August leading us into September!
Thank you ever so Much!!! Marti
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Linkin and Glory Bee (taken on Coyote Hill, here on our farm)
Tallen Rose (taken while we were all out on Coyote Hill, here on our farm)
We are so lucky and so blessed!
A grammy on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s with great sadness I see the swallows are starting to gather
This will go on for several days. The coming together and gathering.
Then, when the newly hatched are strong enough. They will lift up as one.
And leave.
I have only seen them lift off and leave once in my life.
It was unique and precious and very exhilarating.
What a fragile gift our birds are to us.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The Contrast of Evening Sun on showers in the canyons
The very strong line of shadow and light
Night rising up on the land–defining the last light in the sky
Big fat rain clouds—- sunlight through the old apricot tree
Sunrise dressing the earth with Morning
Dusk filled with brilliance
Even the wind, in all its amazing power; lifting the soil into the air— gifts us with a refreshing of sorts.
Each and every moment of our full 24-hour day gives us so much—so many things of contrast, so many types of varying gifts they are too numerous to count.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I know, I know! You think Boo Berry Betty and I, Yours Truly, TLC Cai-Cai are the only ones who can make the hens scatter!
Well, I’m here to tell you—Mom can too. (Sometimes, not often, but, yes, sometimes.)
And the big, loud, HUGE machines can make the hens squawk and run.
BUT—-
Those hens have a few tricks in their feathers, let me tell you.
For one thing—NEVER! EVER! Chase Skitter Bug. EVER!! She has a very pointy, sharp beak. Just say’n.
And—Skitter is very much in charge of her flock and her BIRD SEED!
See Mom scatters bird seed out by the hen run so the birds will stay out of the hen house; the birds like to eat the chicken feed.
So Mom puts bird seed or hen scratch outside the run for the birds.
Now, if Skitter Bug sees the birds pecking around on the food on the ground—
Well, just let me say—
Skitter knows how to make those little birds
SCATTER!
TLC Cai-Cai
When opening my email I saw these wonderful photos—
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From Saudah— “I’m from South Africa, and am thirteen years old
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What a wonderful and very marvelous gift!
Friends from all around this amazing globe we call the world!
Thank you so much, Saudah!
I am very pleased to meet you!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
While the wars and manipulations of men
Fill the air with restless, convulsing fear and anger
Our quiet daily lives
(BIG GRASSHOPPER)
Keep steadily onward
The earth sends out old familiar energy
Even bringing forth flowers in the late Summer usually seen only in Spring
The Sun, the Rain, and the clouds sing overhead
The air is rich with the scents of earth, trees, flowers, and green weeds
All these things herded together soothe our souls.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 