The unfettered sounds of rushing, dashing, crashing water
Has now passed.
The fresh and heady scent of clean, clear water
Has dwindled down to
To nothing. No more frothing white ice fairies
Or the orchestra of rushing water singing to us
Only the pebbles resting on the bottom, drying slowly in the sun.
The year has come full circle; March the water will be rushing back to fill the canals and our farms. For now, everything waits.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Mom and I were out and about. Doing this and that and other things.
We would get on the four-wheeler; Mom would drive to here and there, then we would get off and Mom would do something.
I would sniff around and until Mom would call.
Back on the four-wheeler, we would go.
(Socks and flip-flops 🙂 )
It was way over by the old Apricot tree when Mom and I got off to ‘go for a walk’.
That’s what Mom said we were going to do
We were walking straight down the road when I suddenly saw
DANGER!
I crouched down real low, growled deeply in my chest; I had Mom to take care of, you see.
I kept like that for a long time.
BUT MOM KEPT ON WALKING TOWARD THE DANGER!
AND SHE KEPT CALLING ME TO FOLLOW!
Are you Kidding! I’ve been out here on the farm in many dangerous situations and I KNOW DANGER!
I didn’t hurry up, but I started following Mom in my growling,
Creeping stance!
Making myself as BIG as I could make myself, raised my ears, lowered my tail and crept along.
Growl!
GROWL! MOM COME BACK! I whined.
Suddenly the danger was right on me and it was
BLACK BEAUTY!!
I tricked Mom really well, don’t you think?
Boomer
(P.S. I knew there wasn’t danger all along, I was just tricking Mom.
Really.
My eyes still work very well, Thank you.
It was just to let Mom know I would take care of her.
Honestly. This was all just a trick on Mom.)
Boomer
(P.P.S.S. I really thought it was a coyote. But don’t tell anyone, okay.)
Boomer
(From Pinterest)
Every frosty evening the geese come to our farm
Their voices serenade in lovely song on the damp chill air
Magnificent and wonderous; their wings rippling the air, making a huge swooshing sound as they fly overhead
Settling down in the harvested Pinto Beans fields, where their night-time rustling brings contentment to our farm.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
(from Pinterest)
I was hauling wood for the evening when I thought I would head over to the canal to see if the water was starting to lessen
It is…soon there will be no water.
But —-in the moldering dead grass and fallen leaves I saw a most beautiful chill upon the land.
Ice Fairies painted with perfect splashes of water. Brightening the dark and dismal banks along the edges of the canal.
Even creating a little glass-like bell to ring in the chill and hostile winds.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
(From Pinterest)
A few leaves have fallen off the freeze-dried branches of the old Cottonwood tree
Scattered here and there; stretching loosely across the farmyard
The chickens adding their delighted wing-stretching excitement to the downward slide into full-blown winter.
But what thrilled me the most (while on a walk with Boomer)
Was the swirling and darting of the leaves in a wee little breeze
Standing upright on their stems dancing, dancing, dancing creating a brilliantly choreographed ballet of green and golden leaves.
I was supremely delighted to have been gifted with this amazing event!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
(from Pinterest)
The remnants of Summer freeze-dried right on the trees, with that nasty storm last week. (As you can see the bright gold of Autumn barely started)
The moisture in the corn zipped down to harvest levels. Although our renters have not started harvesting on our place
The alfalfa fields are just starting to show signs of turning brown…it takes alfalfa a long time to lose its green color.
Moon and one star
The chill of winter already upon the land. Methinks we are in for a long, long winter.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
(From Pinterest)
Back on Tuesday night, last week, Boomer and I took a wee walk-about
The wind was bad, restless; like a nightmare
Then it started to snow
I was frozen; we didn’t go far
The next day showed us diamonds on the earth
Which truly didn’t start melting until Thursday
Then warming up enough by Saturday it was all gone. Leaving on wet spots where it used to be.
November has arrived; winter is officially here (no matter what the calendar says) 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s cold! Very cold. Like 5*f (-15c), this morning when I woke Mom up at dark o’thirty.
(From Pinterest)
Who cares! Well, I care but, NOT THAT MUCH! You see I HATE using my litter box! I HATE IT! Although I WILL if I HAVE TOO.
But when Mom and Dad are home I don’t HAVE too. I just pounce and walk heavy all over the sleeping hoo-mans.
I don’t usually walk heavy, nor do I pounce, but when Nature calls…I AM POUNCING AND WALKING LARGE!
Yesterday was nasty.
But today the sun is shining, the frost is heavy on the ground and I say it’s time to get out there and catch a mouse or two.
Mindy Lou Kit-Kat Brown
P.S. Of course when I want in I YELL loudly at the back door until one of my people opens it and lets me in.
Then I run in like a predator was after me
…scuttle over to “MY SPOT” by the woodstove and take a long winter’s nap!
(from Pinterest)
I so agree! (And this kitten looks like ME!)
Mindy
The weather on Wednesday was terribly unsettling and unnerving.
The wind-chill was -2*f ( -18.8889 c)
It was spitting snow when I got up at 6 —I slept in having gotten up all night to keep the fire going in the woodstove.
We got the wood taken care of Tuesday, just before the wind took over. Notice all the trees still have their leaves. I hope this hideous sudden cold hasn’t killed the trees.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Back before winter covered the mountains on three sides of us and blustered itself into the canyons on the western part of our compass (Just last week)
Boomer and took a wee walk-about; camera in-hand (of course 🙂 )
The autumn day was just lovely, warm and full of the excitement of large birds landing on the farm
Mindy went with us to the cross-over pipe playing and romping in the sunlight
But the most exciting capture on my camera was this one of a bumblebee –Yes, I know you can’t really tell it’s a bumblebee, but it is.
I delighted to see it. Someday I will get much better with my camera, taking photos of bugs in flight, but for now—you get to see the beginnings of my learning.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
