The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— What Mom Knows, Friday, September 25, 2020

Because of an amazing, generous gift, from an Oklahoma Farm Girl

(I cried when I opened the card, I am still so humble and grateful)

I was able to take Boomer to a specialist

Where, upon I learned —

The devastating news

That Boomer has liver disease

Not any of those other things: Nose fungus, pneumonia, tumor in the nose, something stuck in his nose, not a nose anything.

Which is so frustrating because I did have X-rays taken, but was told they were inconclusive  

Strangely the X-rays taken this time, showed ME the very large, expanded liver, his chest and everything else x-rayed.

I bawled.

Here I thought I was doing everything right.

Even the prednisone was damaging the already damaged liver.

I didn’t know. 

I really didn’t know.  

So, now you know.

And now I know.

He is on medication to clear up an infection.  Also, one to help the liver digest better.

Other than that—– What we have left is time. One day at a time—time.

Of which, I plan to make the most of.

Oklahoma Farm Lady…thank you ever so much.

My heart is full and breaking.

You gave to me Boomer and his family a lovely gift of Time—one day at a time.

And for THAT We all Thank you!

From my heart to your heart, each and every one of you, Dear Readers,

Linda 

Working Off the Farm for the Farm, —- Thursday, September 24, 2020

We spent yesterday hauling dirt from the settling pond a mile away, back onto our farm to use next winter.

The smell of dirt, filled our nostrils from start to finish 🙂

We had an audience

They LOVE watching FARM TV.

From 8 in the morning until the setting of the sun; back and forth we went.

Although the work was revitalizing, in a comforting sort of way…it was also very exhausting — lurking right there under the current level of necessary energy.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

There in the Daily Murmur of the Land, Wednesday, September 23, 2020

These times we live in are so

scary, really.

I tried to think of a different word;

only scary seemed to burst out of my mind and stay there.

I have given up listening to the news

Reading hate-filled anything

Watching any type of National Sports.

I do so, to keep my mind sane, although,

We keep on working, and I am putting up food as always.

Storms clouds are not just building, they have arrived.

My Dad said I liked to look at the world through rose-colored glasses.

I think he was right. For I bury myself in the daily murmur of the farm.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Our Farm is More Than Just a Farm — Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Our farm is more than a piece of ground meant for growing crops

It’s home to so many animals

Besides

Mindy,

Boomer,

Terry, and

I.

It’s a place of Sanctuary

Where all sorts call home.

Where growing up is a good thing

Although, we do have those

Scary predators

living among us—

We have a jumble of plants

Which are truly weeds,

Although, lovely in a prickly way.

No matter what, our farm, is a place, where joy whispers on the breeze and in our hearts.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Into the Forest —- Monday, September 21, 2020

Into the forest, we went.

Leaving our farm around 7:45 a.m.

Our daughter, Kimberly, and son-in-law, Cliff, bringing their chain saw, truck, and willing helping hands

We cut and loaded

Only dead standing Aspen.

It took until close to noon,

But we got all the rest of the firewood we will need for the winter.

Two pick-up beds full = one complete cord!

Okay, winter!  I’m [reluctantly] ready!

So are Terry, Boomer, and Mindy…plus the two hens! (I will winterize their coop next.)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Sunday, September 20, 2020

Shhhhhh

Don’t make a sound

There!

In the middle of the Back Forty and

And all the green growing things.

At the top of the day!

The silent stalkers hunting

Shhhhhhhhhh

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer, Friday, September 18, 2020

Mom and I went for a wee walk-about.

It has to be a short walk, as I don’t like to walk very far now days

Still, we did it!  It felt good.

After so long inside it felt wonderful to be able to run free in the open air.

We walked out to the cornfield.  The ears are turning down now.  The drying process is going well.

I felt like a young dog again (this was taken in 2018)

At least for a little while.

Boomer

 

We were Entranced—Thursday, September 17, 2020

(Smoke is back. Sigh)

As you all know, I dread winter! The snow, the flurries, being trapped inside—the whole cold thing.

But, as much as I dread winter, it is coming.

With winter and the need for heat in mind; off we went to the Uncompahgre Plateau to start cutting firewood.

Even with that huge load–we don’t have enough to make it through winter. 

On the way to the ‘special wood cutting place,’ we saw a Pronghorn

Stopping the pickup and sitting still we watched

Thoroughly entranced.

What a treat!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Summer is Coming to an End — Wednesday, September 16, 2020

Everything is starting to wind down now.

The farmer’s around, who grown onions are now harvesting, the sweet corn harvest is over, and the big ranchers are chopping ensilage/silage, plus the pinto beans and soybean harvest is underway.

The air is different, washing the world in a golden misty light

The morning mist is chilly; the air still.  Although, it does burn off quickly;

Coats required for a spell.

True Summer is now fading like a dream.

I keep putting out food for my cute little creatures—

Not daily, but every once in a while…

I don’t want them to become dependent, but I do want them to go into winter fat!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

On a Golden Day Called Sunday, Tuesday, September 15, 2020

The Canadian Geese are back…winging their way over our farm

The days are full of delightful sunshine, gliding the land in gold.

So for a wee treat, we took our daughter, Kimberly, and son-in-law, Cliff, up to Cedaredge, Colorado, to Roxy and Bob Morris’, Red Mountain Ranch Store and Tasting Room where we had frozen apple cider slushies.

Then on the way back, we visited Heart’s Basin, where, LOW and BEHOLD(!), we saw a pelican fishing for its dinner!

What a lovely treat of a day!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda