The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Please Send Prayers, May 15, 2020

I’m not feeling good

Besides my bad knee

I’ve got something going on with my nose

Mom and I would really appreciate it.

Thank you so much,

Boomer Beaglie Brown

In the Quiet of the Early Morning —- Thursday, May 14, 2020

The wind, ah, the wind, days of hard blowing wind

Ever so necessary to melt all the snow on the Uncompahgre Plateau

And dry up all the mud

Still in the early morning air

The blooms stand straight and tall

Instead of whipped about and leaning.

The sun is bright overhead,

the air warm,

and in the early morning air

you can smell the grass

and earth and

the irrigation water soaking the land;

all the while birds are filling our ears with song.

From my world to your heart,




The God(s) Answered — Wednesday, May 13, 2020

The dust has been building for a long-time

The wind picking it up and flinging the tiny bits of soil here and there

In all directions

But Monday

The rains came

Big dark clouds, with light misting of rain on our farm (heavy rains in other parts of our area)

Beautiful phenomenon blessing the land, settling the dust

Creating a warm mist in the air

Freshening the earth, all over again.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



I Love Shadows —- Tuesday, May 12, 2020

I love shadows, they brighten up the sunlight

Cooling down

Even ‘colding’ the earth

They lighten and play across the land

Telling time, if we take (THE TIME) to read them

All through the day, (and even on moonlit nights)

The shadows whisper time

The early morning light (called Dawn) accents the shadows as the sky brightens

Then again, when the sun sets in the west, the shadows emerge growing up from the land instead of retreating, like they do in the morning.

Shadows, never random,

Always present,

Telling time…always

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


When Gray Light Separates the Black Land from the Sky — Monday, May 11, 2020

When Gray Light Separates the Black Land from the Sky, and the moon is still making its way toward the western edge of the earth

There is a rush to hurry, hurry home.

Hurry, before the farmers/irrigators see you.  HURRY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


I Wish You a Happy Mother’s Day —- Sunday, May 10, 2020

Happy Mother’s Day to each and every one of you

To those who are mothers of humans

Fur and Wool babies

And every single female who makes a nest, which protects and warms hearts near and far.

Love you, ALL!

From my heart to your world,


The Adventures of Mindy on Friday— Helping Mom, Friday, May 8, 2020

Boomer and I have been helping Mom

We help her in front of the house. Boomer sniffs for smells I look for mice.

I even look for mice when I am NOT helping Mom. 😊

Last night Mom, Boomer, and I went for a small walk.  It was just the perfect amount for a very old, crippled beagle, but I (I) could have walked more!  Much more.

But Mom says not a long way, we have to think of Boomer and his sorta, kinda, healing knee.

So, we went a sorta short way;

Mom took photos of the cloud-covered moon,

Boomer and I waited patiently.

This morning Mom came looking for me.

I was hidden in plain sight. I sat there for a long time,  waiting for Mom to see me.

It took her forEVER, but finally, she did.

When Mom called me, I pretended I didn’t hear her.

That’s what cats do… pretend to not listen.

I even yawn, so she would know I wasn’t paying her any attention.

Then Mom turned around, just left me there.



I jumped up and ran after Mom, even beating her in the house.


Breakfast time is the best.

Mindy Kit-Kat Brown

Moving Along in a Orderly Fashion—Thursday, May 7, 2020

In the early morning light —first thing first is the changing of the irrigation water

The last field of corn Terry finished Mormon creasing….(knocking down the dirt over the tops of the little seeds trying to push their way through the soil)

Since the first field has popped up it won’t be long before this field is covered with little green baby corn

In just two or three days’ time!  Isn’t nature amazing?

Everything planted now but one field.  Just one. And that one will be after the first cutting of hay

Step-by-step the hours’ pass

Moving out of late winter, (when nothing seems to happen and life can be a tedious routine) on we go into early spring; one task leading into another task, now we are in the middle of Spring

With irrigation the constant motion of farm, crops and for the farmer(s) 🙂

Forward into each day–all steps ordered, giving a lightness and freedom to each of us

Perhaps, God—yours and mine and all of ours—whispering loudly for all to hear

Life is Good, Sing Loudly to the Heavens so all can hear!

From my heart to your world,


Joy Building on Joy and on Joy Again — Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Yesterday afternoon,

after a long-long time of pushing and shoving and straining and struggling

The little corn seeds popped out  of the ground

All new-born

Filling the land with a strong sense of purpose and the kindly spirit of the corn.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Coyotes Fishing — Tuesday, May 5, 2020

When we were invited to Grand Mesa to see the magical and eternal shift from winter into spring


We also got to see—Coyotes fishing on Baron Lake

Their spirit was high, joy running through their actions, rolling, tumbling, flipping their food in the air

What a huge delight for us to see!  Just huge!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,