BIG MACHINES!!!
All in the yard
Moving THROUGH the YARD
RUN TLC RUN!!! It’s Corn HARVEST!!!
Boo Berry
I know that sounds egotistical —
But I don’t mean it that way— what I am trying to say
(Yes, I know I need to paint 🙂 )
We are the center of ourselves. Our thoughts. Our actions. All come together within us.
Watching our thoughts…teaches us to watch our actions. Therefore, we own ourselves.
And always, always we are never alone, for God(s) is always there to help us grow, to protect us, (oftentimes from ourselves), and to lift us up with love.
From my heart to your heart,
(I used some photos from my archives—I felt they fit what I was trying to say 🙂 )
Linda
If you go to the front of our house—the part facing the country road
Grand Mesa—all covered in snow this time of year (YAY! Water for Cedaredge and Grand Junction area)
But if you are really lucky (as I think I am)
You can see those magnificent Adobie Badlands/Dobies. All lit up by the sun.
(Some of these photos are from my archives)
Canyons, Plateaus, Buttes, and mesas — oh! My!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I looked up and saw—WOW! (A rainbow cloud can occur because of something called cloud iridescence. It usually happens in altocumulus, cirrocumulus, lenticular, and cirrus clouds. Iridescent clouds happen because of diffraction – a phenomenon that occurs when small water droplets or small ice crystals scatter the sun’s light.)
A wee break in the storms brought us this!! Marvelous I say! Just Marvelous!
Lift up your eyes and be glad!! Oh! Yes! Please do!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Chapter 12 Mom and Dad Come HOME!!!
“Hey, Boo! You can crawl out from under the bed now. The storm is all gone!”
“I want Mom!” Boo Berry whined.
“Well, Yeah, Me too!” I replied.
“We just have to wait.”

Just then we heard Dad’s big pick-up coming down the road.
THEY ARE HOME!
We both jumped in the window and watched the Big Pick-up drive down the Long Lane and make the Corner over the bridge to the yard!
Then the pick-up just Stopped!
“THEY ARE HERE! “ Boo Berry screamed. She jumped down, with me right behind her; peeling down the upstairs steps until we got to the back door!
THEY ARE HERE!!! We are so ready for them—
Meanwhile—
“Gosh, it looks like it really rained here while we were gone,” Dad observed
Just then he turned the corner to go over the bridge—
“OH! MY! WORD!” Mom exclaimed. “I’ve never, ever seen rain like this here EVER!”
Dad slowly drove through the huge lake, opened the garage door, and parked.
“I’m going in to see how the fur kids are doing. It must have been a scary storm!”
Mom walked to the house and opened the back door.
“Oh! You are here!” Mom bent down and scooped both of us up into her arms. “There must have been a horrible rain here, but you look okay. It’s a good thing you weren’t outside, TLC! A very good thing!”
You got that right. I thought to myself.
Dad walked in…” Well, we just wait, the takeaway pipe will drain everything into the canal, but it might take all night. That was a LOT of rain!”
Yep, Dad was right. The water drained away overnight and gradually everything became puddles.
That was a HUGE big Storm! Boo Berry and I remarked to each other.
“I’m sure glad your tail warned us.”
“Yep! My tail knows!” I swaggered onto the grass and flopped down. My tail always knows!!
TLC
The End
If you were standing on our farm, even in our yard, on the west side of our house, right there on the grass
—and you turn, just a smidge toward the North! Look past the trees!
Or walk to the end of the gated pipe—have your camera ready
From then you can see Escalante Canyon! Yep right there! All lit up in the sunlight, just before the storm let loose!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sunday the water felt like stinging drops, cold, hard rain, off and on all that day and into the night scattered bits of rain.
On into the night, it went—mostly wind and cold, cold chill. Winter has arrived (for a spell).
I won’t be doing corn right now. It’s too wet to get to the fields, and the shucks are too wet to dry.
But wet is a good thing. Corn waits.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda