We talked to the farmer the other day
I asked when the calves were due
February! Not long now
AND there just might be EARLY ONES!!!
It always seems there is at LEAST one Early one!
Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,
Linda
Winter has arrived again, with a sharp, very sharp cold wind, and a windchill in the range of BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
We received snow starting in the afternoon and over the night
Not lots, but enough to make a mess, once this chill wind leaves
Everything and everyone hunkering down until we reach another warm spell
Then it will be back to mud season
To be honest with you, I am counting down the days until Spring.
But SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, don’t tell anyone.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I kept checking the moon, every hour on the hour, then every thirty minutes
Gradually the clear light of the moon paled and became shadowed
I stayed watching
And missed the whole thing…I fell asleep sitting in one spot looking out the window, exhausted
How disappointing. I woke only to see the moon sail clear and shining and beautiful in the dark sky!
SIGH!!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
On a wee walk-about, in the dark of the early morning, with the sounds of two fox talking close, somewhere close
I once more fell in love with the light of the beautiful, wonderous moon.
The moon and the starlight created a dream world of glitter and ice. A vision in the midst of the heavy clouds at the edge of the western sky
caught in the net of resting branches of the very old trees.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Everything is back to normal…
I still greet the Mail Lady when she drives down our long, long lane,
I go for walks with Mom,
and with my sisters (when they are here) and Mom,
I meet Mom coming home EVERY SINGLE TIME,
I go with Mom to check out stuff on the farm —
but to be honest, it is VERY muddy out there and hard to get around—
I keep the farm safe,
I check for news anytime I go outside,
and I get my feet washed (which I hate) when I come back in because of the MUD!
But the thing I do the very best…is Bay at The UPS MAN!
You see we used to have a very bad UPS man, he would kick at me, he even threw his coat at me once, yelled at me, ran at me like he was going to tackle me. Mom saw each and everything he did.
Finally, one day Mom said… “You do one more thing to my dog and I’m calling your supervisor.” The bad UPS driver just got in his truck and gunned it out of the yard.
Mom didn’t call his supervisor, but she sure thought long and hard about it.
THEN ONE DAY we had a new driver…he comes with DOG TREATS!
Mom always meets him at the truck so he doesn’t have to get out, but the other day he got out before Mom got there.
You see Mom’s package was all torn and beat up. This really nice UPS driver met Mom and showed her the package, then filed a report for her.
BUT I BAYED AND BAYED AND BAYED.
I refused to listen to Mom.
The UPS driver said that I could talk all I want, he said he LIKES beagles! Can you imagine that!
SO, I DID!
Then I bayed him down the lane to the bridge and came back home very proud of myself.
Mom gave me a COOKIE!!
There is something good about being a watch beagle!
Boomer
P.S. Mom wants you to know some of the photos were taken earlier when we didn’t have snow and mud. But you don’t mind, I’m sure.
Boomer
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A cloud sat down on the farm today…it was lovely and beautiful
Making sounds soft and close; the feeling tranquil
And just so you know…there is always one!
Yep..always. And she can jump an electric fence just like it isn’t even there, not even touching the toe of her hoof on the wire.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s been way too muddy to get out on the farm and check for babies calves
Although, Terry did go out early, early one morning (while everything was frozen) to check and also see how the feed was holding up
He reported there are no calves yet and the food is holding…
It’s snowing here today. The sky is all gray and full of big fat flakes
We are moving between snow and partial melt, which makes MUD, back to snow
Which I know is good for the soil, the plants, the big trees — and it IS January after all.
And for something rather fun…the Great Horned Owls are back…they winter here and raise their little owlets. Our daughter, who lives just across the field from us, was able to capture one of the Owls resting on the old, old apricot tree with her cell phone.
Now, how cool is that!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
After all the wonderful words and birthday wishes
I have decided to IGNORE the fact I am 70!
After all, Terry doesn’t think of himself as elderly but keeps on keeping on as if he is still 50
And the fur children who live with us reach out to each and every moment
Joy a true gift, which was my word for being 69 last year!
So onward we go…passing milestones and turning them into memories
And throwing out thoughts of “Old” letting that word blow away in the wind
And gathering to myself those precious moments, which gift us with magic.
If we only stop and see!
Magic…my word for the year!
Love you, My friends,
Linda
Today I am 70…I have seen a decided change in my physical appearance these last few months
A surprise when I actually “LOOK” at myself and not just glance or see one thing, like what is my hair doing.
I suppose I am now elderly…but my mind, my heart, and my soul doesn’t seem to realize it
I still feel young.
Although, there is a slowing down I didn’t seem to have this summer.
But everything is all good…I am glad to be alive, in good health.
My word I have chosen for this year is Magic…and, for certain and sure…being 70 is a very nice form of magic.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Each day is a typical January day for our part of the high desert plains of Colorado
We were in the slush and slog of a quiet winter melt
When Saturday morning we woke up to a wee lovely snow
Enough Terry thought he would take a small ride down the long, long lane to the county road
Beaglie and I went for walk up the farm to the haystack are and back
Later in the afternoon, the sun came out and what was once a snow-packed road became a road of melt
The result by the ending of the day…we were back to MELT!! (Mud)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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