Life Up Your Hearts and Sing!!—-Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Posted on April 25, 2018 by Dayphoto

The joy of these warm, spring days is such a blessing. Although,

When we had rain showers even the earth raises up and sings the praises of the changes of the seasons.

As we start water on each and every field the soil sings — even to the point you can smell the earth in jubilation.

“Listen–are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”

― Mary Oliver

So lift up your hearts and sing to the joy of the new seasons changing, where ever it is that your home abides.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Fine Spring Day—-Tuesday, April 23, 2018

Posted on April 24, 2018 by Dayphoto

We started water on the pinto bean field. I always enjoy the opening up of a new field. Although, the work of bringing out the siphon tubes, setting them up, and then getting them started can be a wee bit taxing.

It’s always worth every little bit of extra effort in the long-run.

These marvelous spring days, make my heart and soul and my mind leap for joy.

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?”

― Mary Oliver

My plan?

My plan is to enjoy every second of every minute which is left to me out here on the wild and beautiful world we call earth.

How about you?

From my world to your heart,

Linda

So In Keeping with the Theme of CLEANING UP STUFF—-Monday, April 23, 2018

Posted on April 23, 2018 by Dayphoto

While Terry was off doing something important on the farm, somewhere….I decided it was time to clean up the TRASH pile. This is the spot where we throw stuff to be sorted later…something that Might have a value i.e., meaning be used again some how.

It had grown to magnificent proportions…flowing not only into my flower beds, but way out into the road and towering enough I was afraid it might topple.

I cleaned and sorted, placed copper in tubs, put steel together, tin together, wire together, rust together…then had Terry look everything over.

After he was satisfied with the fact there was nothing there but junk. We loaded up the pick-up, strapped everything down and headed to the dump. In our case The Adobe Landfill—-calling it a dump is so —gauche (lacking grace 🙂 ).

Sometimes I’m stunned at the amount of trash, we as a people can collect. And here in our dump/landfill no scavenging is allowed. So the trash all stays right here. Covered up in the hopes it will eventually over-time rot.

A mountain(s) of trash.

Although, I AM grateful for these landfills–when I was a child, and even when my children were young—-even though there was a city/county dump—some people would go out and ‘dump’ their trash just any old place…out of site out of mind. Today actions like that are illegal, which is a good thing.

We still have some more things to haul to the metal recycle business in Montrose, but for a spell I need to focus on my yard.

And getting the pinto bean ground wet. Next week we will start planting corn!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Towers of Metal Against a Pale Sky of Blue—Sunday, April 22, 2018

Posted on April 22, 2018 by Dayphoto

We loaded lots and lots of stuff onto our trailer and headed up to Montrose where a company buys metal of all types

Bales it up and sends it….somewhere to be recycled into something else

I always find this yard fascinating. The amount of metal arriving and being baled is stunning.

Yet there is a symphony of work going on here

And amazing skill these operators of gigantic machines show

Here he is lifting off JUST the old air conditioner WITHOUT disturbing anything else on our trailer.—Amazing!

I stood outside (just like the men) and watched the movement of each and every piece of heavy equipment. My eyes and mind filled with awe!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Back to Every Day Normal

Posted on April 20, 2018 by Dayphoto

Life has settled down after the whole Mystery Where I Used a Secret (Idea/Weapon/Gift from some friends).

We are having huge winds again. Mom and I are getting very tired of them. And MOM likes wind. She always makes me go for a walk with her when the wind is blowing. But if you walk in this wind a dog has to crawl and a person has to bend over. Not good.

But back to everyday life—-

Mindy and I go to walks with Mom every day. Sometimes at night. I Always go with Mom at night, but not always Mindy. If she is inside sleeping on the bed, or the sofa, or the big table, or her favorite chair, Mom just lets her sleep. “Let’s just let Mindy get her rest, Boomer. This walk will be with you and I.” Mom says as we head out the back door.

That works for me. Heck having Mindy Min-Min Lou tag along works for me. I’m really pretty easy going. So whatever Mom wants…that works for me.

I have been keeping a sharp nose out for strangers {human or animal} coming down the long lane into our farm yard, or heck even out of the farm.

News is What my nose is all about. Checking the news from here to there and every which where.

When Mom and Dad are working at the Upper End or in the little field next to the Upper End, I always, always go over and check out the big wood pile. Critter’s live in there you know. Ground squirrels, the fox, skunks, but…thankfully…no Badgers!!

Badgers are mean, scary, and completely terrifying. Trust me on that.

If Mom and Dad go to town and come back in the dark…I always, always make sure to meet them half way down the lane…sometimes Mom stops and gives me a lift back home. Sometimes not.

I guess she stopped asking lots, because I would turn her down preferring to take my time following the car back home.

News…out there, you see. I might miss something. I know Mom and Dad are now home and well… there just might be news on the way back to the house.

Like the Raccoons who’ve taken to coming down to the canal to wash their food. They are so silly. They wash EVERYTHING they eat. I mean everything. Sometimes whatever they are washing turns to mush and floats away. But still they do it.

Now that the weather has warmed up Mom lets me ride in the back of the pick-up when we go somewhere fun. It’s been too cold so I’ve had to pant my way, to wherever we are going, in the back seat, sometimes with the window down, but sometimes not.

Anyway…on nice days…I get to ride in the back.

Wind in the face, smells in the nose…ears flapping. A dog cannot ask for more.

Boomer Beaglie Brown a.k.a. Sherlock Boomer! 😊

Propelled into Motion—-Thursday, April 19, 2018

Posted on April 19, 2018 by Dayphoto

I checked the pears…gone. Most of them anyway. Once more we lost the apricots and the pears. My lilacs are starting to bud so I hope the temperatures stay up and I can have lilac blooms. It’s been YEARS since I’ve had any lilac blooms.

The Apple trees are starting to bloom and I noticed buds on the prune and wild plum trees. Everything is propelling themselves into spring…turning their little hearts toward sun and warmth.

I sure hope it starts to warm up and stay that way.

The clouds came in from the west yesterday—leaving patches of blue sky and warm sun, but completely filling the air from north, south, east, and west over night.

A swoosh of cold air has arrived, although the weather people say we will warm up to 77* today, then drop down to 59* tomorrow with huge winds starting this afternoon.

Which propels me forward for Terry and I are taking a trailer of old metal up to Montrose today and we must load it first! 🙂

So off I go to help gather old engine blocks, scrap metal, and other detritus accumulating here and there.

Have a good one!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

LInda

The Wind Blew Away—-Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Posted on April 18, 2018 by Dayphoto

I am late today!

Very late!…

LATE!

But I have a very good excuse. Terry and I had to be at the bottom of the pinto bean field picking up an extremely large branch broken from one of the Johnson cottonwood trees in the huge wind storm yesterday.

Shannon saw us and came out to help so the process went much faster than just the two of us.

Back home now. Terry is marking out the pinto bean ground so we can start water on that field. He will be planting pinto beans in about two to three weeks.

The wind left us last night just as the sun started setting—leaving the plants more than slightly leaning over

But the sun sat in a lovely sky all bright and golden, with a true sense of peace falling on the land.

And a hush on everything living.

Wind is so important this time of year; wind brings the sap up from the roots of all the plants and trees, melts the snow and dries the mud. But that huge massive wind (sometimes 40 m.p.h. gusts) tears upon everything and every one leaving a feeling of being ripped apart.

Then last night the pale wash of moonlight, and the glow of Venus next to the moon, lent a dream-like quality to the cold still air. Everyone and everything breathed deep allowing the stillness of the night of gather in and lend calmness to all.

The cold got down to 22*F –(-5c). I’m sure the pears have joined the apricots in being frozen for the year.

Still today is bright, tangy with spring, the intoxicating scent of ‘new’ floating over everything. Joy seems to be bursting forth in song and in my heart!

Well, off now to help Terry set water in the pinto bean field. But I wanted to make contact with you, before the day grew old.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Blast of Winter Wind—-Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Posted on April 17, 2018 by Dayphoto

The wind is whipping everything and all things today. It started yesterday afternoon and continued with intensity

The clouds and the lovely blue sky is trapped above massive amounts of dirt, blowing bits of weeds and leaves and tiny pebbles of soil.

The only noise outside is agitated and extraordinary and huge 40-50 m.p.h. wind lifting up even empty barrels of 50 galleon drums….what a shuddering mess this wind is.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Those Ancient Conversations with Prophets about God—-Monday, April 16, 2018

Posted on April 16, 2018 by Dayphoto

For Terry and I — those types of conversations occur constantly…every day and in every way, as we walk solidly up on the land

We see it at the Upper End when the lush grass starts to green up like emeralds, and the air is suffused with the freshness of Spring

We see the Uncompaghre Plateau brighten in the air as lovely as crystals shimmering in the sun

We feel the touch of God’s hand brushing our checks softly in the growing dusk

The wind sometimes lifts us to heights of wonder, complete with fear and trembling (on our part)

Then, when the cloud streaked sky is shredded with the last of the golden sun’s glow, we know, beyond the Shadow of a Doubt we are more than blessed.

From our world to your heart,

Linda

Beneath the Roar of the Harsh Spring Winds—-Sunday, April 15, 2018

Posted on April 15, 2018 by Dayphoto

We finally have a calm day. Well, actually we had a calm day starting mid-morning yesterday.

It was lovely. Cold, then warming up — to warm enough a coat could be shed, then cold again.
But that is okay. It’s all about Spring, right now.

In the frenzy of the wind we also fought trash. Lots and lots of trash. Trash so thick and massive it would cause the water to flow over the top of the banks flooding into the next field where the water really should NOT be.

But things are being dealt with…the water for the fields. (Terry wet plants, which means he waters all the field first, allows it to dry out enough he can get a tractor and planter in, then plants the seeds. Once planted in four-five days the little plants pop out of the ground ready to begin their lives of growing. Most other farmers dry plant. Dry plant means you plant the seed into dry soil, then put water into the furrows wetting the soil and the seed at the same time. The seed take a wee bit longer to emerge, but in the end it accomplishes the same thing…growing plants 🙂 )

April is the hurry and prepare month, the emerging of new green of leaves, small brilliant flowers–perfect for food for the honey and bumble bees,—the days longer, twilight gathering later and later in the day, soft flutter-bys flitting here and there, the awakening of those other flying bugs: midges, and flies!