The Last Rays of the Sun —- Wednesday, October 7, 2020

Before I begin my post I want to thank Kate for showing me how to get back to Classic Editor on WordPress!  YAY!  THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH! KATE!

I love the last details of each and every day!


The stark shadows darkening the farm

The licks of gold and pink highlighting the beauty of the farm

The fiery sun covered in all the nasty smoke, from the tragedies, of all the forest fires

Sometimes the sky such a deep pink, it spreads amazement to all who look and ‘see’

Then gradually the sky grows cooler and the shadows deeper, the night air cooler, then the lights coming on in the house,

Good night, My Friends, Good Night.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Unexpected, Tuesday, October 6, 2020

While, out-and-about, looking for things to photograph

I had one of these,

Startle and fly into the air.

I scared the pheasant, but I must admit, it also scared me!

Gradually, breathing again, the land, the pheasant and I returned to normal.

🙂 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Hushed Voice of the Farm, Monday, October 5, 2020

(I hate this new way of writing on WordPress!)

Please excuse the mistakes, but this is taking some getting used to!!

It’s very crisp coolness here, of a morning. Not enough to see your breath, but getting close.

By afternoon, late afternoon, around 5 p.m. it is warm. Nicely so.

We are busy, as always, although, the irrigations are now done.

We are waiting for the corn to dry down before we harvest. It takes time.

Days of warmth, rustling of wind through the stalks, nights of cool to cold.

Many such days…each day passing, each day similar to the day before.

Still, change is taking place, in the air, on the cooling earth, in the glowing light of the sky

Silently changing, silently moving forward.

Always

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

In the Stillness on the Land —- Sunday, October 4, 2020

We finished up the very last of the irrigation of the alfalfa fields this week

At least we think it will be the last,

The air is dipping into the low thirty’s now

So far the little beagle will go with me, but not always.

And not when it’s chilly cold in the morning or chilly cold in the evening.  He makes sure to hide. 🙂

The corn whispers and sighs as we drive through

The shadows stretching long against our farm road —the leaves rippling and clattering softly

The sky dappled with vaporous clouds and the silver moon.

The gloaming baths all of us in amazing light.

October…has arrived.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday— Day by Day, Friday, October 2, 2020

Mom says I have to very careful, out there hunting mice, out there, close to the butler bins

Because now the Coyotes

are moving everywhere on the farm.

(See the quail getting away from the coyote?)

Mom has seen them multiple times

when she is has been out taking photos

So, I stay close

Well, sorta close

I go past the Grain bins

And down by the hay swather and combines

Sometimes Boomer goes with me

Not like he used to go, (I ran away from Boomer, he looked so sad when I did it.)

but he still goes

Just the thought of coyotes makes me jumpy

So, to please Mom,

and to keep close to my buddy, Boomer,

 

(and to make me feel safe)

I stay pretty much in the farmyard

I think there are enough mice here to keep me busy and full.

Mindy Lou Min-Min Brown

Things that Fly—-Thursday, October 1, 2020

Honey Bee

Those are bugs flying in the air.  All types and varieties

Sparrow in flight

The Barn Swallows left us in one huge swirling swoop

These just think they can fly.  🙂

To have one of these fly up in front of you is to startle you greatly (pheasant)

Not a feathered type of flying, but one that flies, never-the-less

And, yes, this really does fly!

ZOOM!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

O! That Glorious Perfect Moon — Wednesday, September 30, 2020

I love taking photos of the moon

I try to capture the moon whenever possible, even with the wrong camera to pick it up.

I look for the moon in the sky, glistening bright and fresh, bejewelling our earth

Sometimes covered in misty crystals of ice…like frozen cobwebs in the air.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

In the Crisp, Chilled Morning Air—-Tuesday, September, 29, 2020

As the mist left the land

Boomer and I took squirrel food and birdseed over to the equipment area

To feed the little critters

For life ‘on the land’ can be a tad harsh in the winter.

After spreading out the treats we (Boomer and I) waited. First, the little chipmunk to show up.

While the chipmunk ran home to deposit the great find.  Natures’ vacuum cleaner arrived!  🙂

Leaving nothing behind

Nothing.

I couldn’t put any more out for two reasons: I had not brought enough. And if I came out to scatter more— the birds wouldn’t come back.

Instead, I would get a repeat of the squirrel.  🙂

Darn it.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Last of Summer Goes—-Sunday, September 27, 2020

In the cooler part of the late Summer/early Autumn day, the last load of hay went up to the North Fork to help feed 2,000 sheep.

 

Now we only have the corn to harvest.

But that will be on a true autumn day.  Late October, or November. Or even on a winter day in December.  Only time will tell.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda