The Day of Love—-Monday, April 17, 2017

Easter Sunday was really, really nice. Full of those things that break us out of the gray shroud and bring us forth into the Golden Light of Love.

All our children, those wonderful grandchildren, plus Ivy and Norm, came for an Easter Day Meal.  We ate, hunted to Easter eggs (adults and teenager also), played games, enjoyed each other, ate…..then, suddenly,  it was time to go home.

Terry and I looked at each other and told ourselves—this is what living is all about.

 

Cherished in the heart of love and (and for Terry and I) farming!

Love,

Linda

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Six

I took my long, long, very restful nap.

Woke-up, got a nice wet drink of water, walked over to where Mom was working on her flower beds

and sat down to wait patiently for Mom to notice me, and give me a couple of pats or so—maybe even sit down and take a rest—right by me.

I was sitting there watching Mom when my oldest sister walked right up on Mom and me!  I jumped up ever so surprised and found out Penelope Puppy had come over with her Mom, my oldest sister, to have a visit!

COOL!

Penny Puppy and I played bity face, sniffy butts, run around on the grass…  all sorts of fun and exciting dog things.  (Humans don’t usually get ‘dog play’, but that’s okay.  We dogs GET IT!

While we were playing I noticed that Mom and Shannon were backing Dad’s pick-up and heading toward that old sofa the grandkids’ parents left in our yard. Then they were loading UP that sofa in the back of Dad’s pick-up and then getting some other stuff.

Penny Puppy and I sat on the grass and watched them, “What’s Up, Boomer?  Do you know?”

“Hummm….I’m not sure.  I’ve seen Mom do this before.  She loads up all sorts of stuff in the back of Dad’s pick-up and drives off.  Sometimes Shannon (my oldest sister—your Mom) comes over here with all sorts of stuff in her pick-up, then Mom and Shannon go down the long farm road and are gone for a couple of hours at least.  When they come back there isn’t anything in the back of pick-up.  That’s all I know.”

“Are they leaving without me?”  Penny Puppy almost cried.

I put my paw around Penelope’s shoulder.  “Don’t worry, Pen Girl.  You’re with Uncle Boomer.  I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Just about that time Shannon came over and said—“You stay here, Penelope.  I’m going to the dump and will be back shortly.  When I’m back we’ll walk home.  Play with Boomer.  Boomer will take care of you.”  With that she got in Dad’s pick-up with Mom and was gone.

Penny Puppy sat there forlornly (for about three seconds), then started playing ‘get Boomer’s tail’.  So what did I do?

I played ‘get Penny’s tail first’.

This went on for a spell until Dad came in to fuel up the tractor.  He had been out marking one of the corn fields.  We sat and watched him pull in, swing the tractor around, then stop in front of the fuel tank, get out and well…

My eye caught the flash of a lightning bolt way, way over on the Uncompahgre Plateau.  It seemed to be flashing in a thick line of big dark thunderclouds—flash…Yes!  There it was again. It was a tiny, tiny little flash, but my very good Beagle eyes picked it up.

“Let’s go DO something, Boomer!”  Penny Puppy whined at me.  “I’m getting B.O.R.E.D.”  Penelope started whimpering.  “Let’s go to my house!  The other dogs are down there and we can play bity face with them.”

I watched Dad climb back into the tractor, put it in gear and head back out to continue marking the corn ground.

I then looked over at Penelope with her big puppy eyes looking at me when I heard…..

Thunder!  Hum….Thunder.  Thunder can mean lighting, and it can also mean rain.

“Okay,” I distractedly replied to Penny Puppy… “But let me check out the weather first.  I think I can hear thunder way over there in the southwest corner of the world.”

I took off at a jog to the corner of the farm road Penelope right behind me.  Yep…there was thunder, but it was a long ways off…clear over the very end of the Uncompahgre Plateau probably clear in the other county next to the Utah border.

“Okay, Penny Puppy, everything is all clear…sun is up in the sky, although rather hidden behind some clouds right now, the loud thunder and fire is way over in Utah, Mom and Shannon are gone, Dad’s in the field— lets head over to your place and check out what Rocky and Shiloh and Etta are doing!

With big happy leaps and bounds we headed out—going up the farm road by the alfalfa field, then turning west on the super highway farm road—we saw Dad working steady…. making it to the end of the super highway farm road we came to the NEW DITCH!

Now this is where we sorta, kinda, stopped.

Well…you know how it is…we made a little wee stop to play a little bit in the new ditch.

After all it was new and neither one of us had ever played in it before so there we stopped. Jumping in and out and running up and down.  It was a huge BLAST!

Each and Every Day –Thursday, April 13, 2017

We went through a long spell of chilled nights last week, resulting in the thinning out of the pears and possibly the prunes and plums.  Which is alright, as fruit must be thinned to produce large sized fruit.

But the last two evenings and days seem to have moved into a much nicer contrast of warmer temperatures.

We are gradually getting the corn ground wet—Terry wet plants.  What that means is he waters everything up first….wet clear through—called subbed over.  Then the ground sets for a few days drying out. After it reaches a certain point in dryness he will go in with the planter and plant the corn.

While that field dries out we move the water to another field.  The water flows non-stop until harvest now.  This field, that field, always moving and changing.  (Just so you know the water is never wasted, it flows back into the canal to be taken out by the farm just below us…repeated for several more times until it reaches the Gunnison River.  Just has it has been repeated to get to our farm.)

Where the water merges with the Gunnison RIver.  The Gunnison river then flows on down to Grand Junction, Colorado, where it meets the great Colorado River then flows on to California.

The early mornings and the last of the day—evening—are still cool enough we wear jackets…the daytime warming up to summer time temps.

All the time, day after day…the work steadily progresses.

But throughout each moment there is amazing beauty…from early morning sun,

to the calmly arriving night; reinforcing Terry’s and my joy of living on the land.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

We Bit the Bullet—-Wednesday, April 12, 2017

We had one last ditch on our place that was a dirt ditch.

Dirt ditches are a pain to work with…they fill up with mud, weeds and water plants, which go crazy happy in them; the water is soaked up in their little feet, the bank leaks making the farm road a mud mess, and the setting of the syphon tubes a huge job by the end of the summer. (A hole has to be dug in the mud to set each and every tube…Anyway, after much thought and deliberation we decided (at our ages) the cost of a new ditch made of cement would be the way to go.

.So we had the ditch grated in, surveyed and then opened up for the pour.

A huge great line of wonderful new ditch in the making

This is the ‘boat’ the cement will be poured into…

Here they are making the pour.

It took three loads of cement

By four o’clock yesterday afternoon—

It was done!  What a huge financial expense, but what a wonderful ditch we will have starting Friday!  (The cement has to cure first)

YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

The Growing Season has Begun!—Tuesday, April, 2017

We got the ditches all cleaned and then

Turned in the water!

We started small…20 tubes, so we could manage the setting and the digging out of the ends

Gradually we added more water, more rows, and more tubes

Nothing like the smell of the dry earth, as the water soaks into it.

Terry dug out the ends and I started the tubes. In a wee break I stopped and looked at Terry, who had a huge grin on his face.

“You are sure happy” I commented.

“Yes!” he replied.  “Being out here, doing this, makes me happy!”

“Me thinks”, I smiled at him….”You love being a farmer.”

“I think so too.” he stated.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

Under the Strawberry Moon—-Monday, April 10, 2017

We started work on the cement ditches.  Picking up the stacked tubes and placing them in every furrow, cleaning the ditches of trash and mud, and building the dams.  Later on this morning we will start water.  It will be a jumble of rushed minutes to stay ahead of the rushing, gurgling, bubbling, water—-crazy minutes to get the syphon tubes started and to make sure the water doesn’t run over the sides to ruin the farm ground.

In first light there was a peaceful little star, shining forth so bright I had to take a photo

While at the very same time that gorgeous April Moon was swiftly descending in the deep azure sky.

 

The trees were just coming to life with the sound of birds…

The sky in the east burning was off, as the setting silvered moon light splashed peacefully on our on the farm, striping the ground with a drifting dust of white glitter.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Saturday in the Grandstands—-Sunday, April 9, 2017

We spent the day at our grandson’s track meet!

Watching him stretch and reach, in fast movements, which propelled him from start to finish.

It is always, always such a pleasure to watch these young people (all the athletes) compete and along the way form new friendships.  This young man running just behind Bladen goes to school at Rangely, Colorado.  But he and Blade have become friends.  Competition is not about just winning, it’s about stretching oneself in such a way your whole ‘self’ grows.

What a blessing to be able to be there to watch and cheer.  The other great blessing is Blade invited us to come and then made a point to come thank us for being there.

He’s a great kid!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Five

Now, if you remember, last week Min-Min woke me up from a very light doze…Beaglie’s don’t ever sleep heavy.  Nope, no sire, no way…we are always ready at the flash of light, the sound of tires or…whew! Boy am I ever tired.

Anyway, Min-Min woke me up with alarm in her voice, which had me awake in an instant.  Then I heard Romeo whinnying!  Min-Min told me that Sam took off for the bridge growling so we took off in the same direction.  It was about the time we started off I realized we were hearing crackling sounds.

“STOP, MINDY!”  Not toward the bridge but toward the machine shed.  “I not only hear crackling sounds I can see sparks flying.”  I took off at a huge run…this spring has been goofy crazy with fires.  If there was a fire at the machine shed the whole farm was in deep trouble.

I made it to the machine shed, just as Mindy jumped on to the trailer stored next to the shed.  I looked back to see if Sammy was coming, but I guess not. He stopped about the trash can area; watched us run by and headed on toward the bridge.  Romeo was still on the other side of the canal staring at us…”Find out what’s happening,” he whinnied. “Then come let me know.”

“OKAY!” I bayed back.

I turned around and screeched to a stop…the monster was back!!  A space alien had landed in our yard and was shooting sparks everywhere!  The space alien’s big black head with ONE EYE was bent over something so deadly sparks were flinging off his long skinny arms and HUGE WEIRD LEATHER LIKE HANDS!!!  Not only that…the Space Alien must have tackled Dad and gobbled him up for the Space Alien was wearing Dad’s shirt, Levis, and boots!

I started barking BIG TIME!! HUGE BIG LOUD LUNG FILLING BUILDING RICOCHETING BARKS!

Min-Min added in huge yowls and squeals!

Suddenly Mom was there.

“What is going on?”  She asked putting a hand on my head and reaching out to grab Mindy, who scrabble away as fast as possible.

About that time the Space Alien stopped making sparks, raised that big, huge, leather like hand to his head and TOOK HIS FACE OFF!!!

I crawled behind Mom…that thing ate Dad and now it’s going to try to get ME!

Then…there was DAD!  Just looking at all of us—Mom (who was laughing, why I don’t know), Min-min who had crawled to the top of the corral and was hiding up there and me…shivering and shaking behind Mom legs.

“The welder must have scared them” mom explained to Dad.

Dad just looked at us again and lowered his helmet and went right back to work.

Shish.  I tucked my tail under my body and slunk back to the house.

“Wait, Boomer!” Mom called.  “Come sit with me—everything is going to be okay. It’s just Dad fixing something on something so he can keep farming.”

Mom was sitting on the trailer.  I walked back over and just looked at her—Mom reached down and picked me up and sat me down beside her on her side away from Dad and the spark making thing called a Welder.

Gradually, the warm sunshine and mom petting me calmed me down enough I went to sleep.

I slept for a long-time.  A really nice long-time.  Then I felt Mom getting up.  I heard her voice…”Come on, Boom, let’s go.”  Dad heading out to make ditches and we need to go over and get the railroad ties for the new flower beds I’m creating.”

I jumped up as fast as my short Beagle legs can jump and almost fell off the trailer.

“Goodness, Boomie!” Mom caught me.  “You sure have been having a rough time lately.”

‘Not really Mom…it’s all the monsters who have been invading the farm, they are exhausting me.’ I licked Mom’s hand as she lowered me to the ground.

Then she picked me up, put me on the four-wheeler, and we headed over to the bone yard, which is really the junk pile of all types of lumber.

Dad went by with the ditcher….Mom and I came back got the pickup, went back over and loaded the pickup,

then Dad went by with the blade to make the waste ditches.

Back home, Mom unloaded me, the railroad ties and went to work.  Watching Mom work made me realize I needed to go tell Romeo what was happening.  Off I went, only to find out Romeo was way, way, way up the pasture.

Coming back in the yard I realized I had nothing to do, no jobs, nothing to protect so it was time to….

TAKE A NAP!

 

 

A Small Solid Word—-Thursday, April 6, 2017

Every season has it’s own set of rules…it’s own ‘way’ of being and doing.  I’m sure this is true, not just on a farm, but for everyone.

Yesterday we hand-worked (or back worked) on the forever and ever amount, of ditches that can NOT be cleaned by the blade or the ditcher.

Terry worked in the lemon colored sunshine, using the shovel to clear last year’s mud and this February’s cow patties.

While I go first with the pitchfork…lifting and stacking the myriad assortment of weed collected in the ditches over the winter.

The pungent odor of dried stems, the faint whiff of dust…all adds to the slide of the pitchfork under the debris, the fling of trash to the other side;  making a little pile to dispose of later.

The fresh gusts of spring-time wind give me a tiny burst of celebration, since the breeze helps move the dried out weeds off my pitchfork helping me move faster.

In the evening I walk Romeo back to his barn–he and I are great friends.  Min-Min Lou and Boomer going with us.

Spring…the word is work!  Small and sturdy.  A passage of the season of winter, where the word is wait.  Summer will be the word Growing, and fall Harvest.

The circle of life– Inevitable. Eternal.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda