I am humbly over-whelmed at the good thoughts, the congratulations, the amazing support of my publishing of my story: Boomer and the Mystery of the Missing Rabbits.
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I graciously thank each of you for your continued friendship,
Love,
Linda
And of course I don’t know how to add this photo to my side bar….:(
Anyway I finally did it. It’s available on Blurb.com , if you are interested. The pdf version is reasonable…and the soft cover seems to be in the ball park.
It was a long slog, way over my head in ability, to create the book and get an ISBN number. I’m still not sure if I’ve done everything right. I guess time will tell. I started with what I had already written for the simple reason it it was written. ( I have other stories started, but not finished.)
Soooo I did it. A goal I sat for myself and then wondered if I made the right decision.
Of course life is about always learning…this was a BIG learning curve. That for sure.
Your friend,
Linda
Not long now. One more irrigation then we stop the water.
The leaves are still showing green. We need them to turn yellow. And then fall off. It’s just a matter of days, maybe two weeks at the most.
Almost time….Almost!
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm
Linda
“To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall….”—Ann Patchett, Truth and Beauty
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm
Linda
The farm at twilight sends out a deep hush
Which says: “Step lightly…listen carefully…
The Swallows catching supper lend a peacefulness to the cooling air.
The plants stir gently in the gentle evening breeze
Glittering moonlight shatters the gloom sending waves of silver–much kinder than the sun, slower…a different rhythm– bringing on that space of time called night.
Your friend,
Linda
I am re-blogging this from PIG Love. It’s just so wonderful I had to share!
A heart warming moment for you!
Your friend,
Linda
Everybody has sadness, and people or things who bring regret or pain.
Everyone has those times that feel like the Four Horses of the Apocalypse have descended upon their life.
Eventually peace is restored, the angry people fade away or disappear, the ugliness of the situation is throw out — like a pail of dirty water
(Clouds reflecting in the irrigation water)
There are many situations human beings can’t fixed.
Then we see the answer.
We are not without hope, and peace, or comfort.
Ever.
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm
Linda
It’s raining here!
Real rain!
Terry is out changing the irrigation water…not me. I’m sitting here, dry, and talking to you. 🙂
I know…I’m a fair weather irrigator! 🙂
Actually, he has some things he wanted to do that I couldn’t help with, but still
He is in the rain, with his yellow slicker on an rubber boots.
And I’m not.
The corn has dented…a full dent. That means the last irrigation is soon.
The pinto beans are starting to stripe and turn yellow…once fully yellow it will be time to let them dry so they can be harvested.
We will irrigate the alfalfa field after the hay is cut and hauled in, then that will be it for the year.
More signs of fall…the ending of the growing season.
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
Last evening it looked like a storm (just might possibly) come in. The sky changed, the feel to air changed, it smelled like rain.
Then it blew away. Still today the haze is not AS bad.
I sure hope we (meaning everyone who is in dire need of rain) gets some soon. Rain to stop all the forest fires, to green up the earth, to clean the skies, and to bring life back on the land.
Your friend,
Linda
We are still having haze from the fires! Although, and in spite of, yesterday was a lovely fall day.
The leaves are just beginning to turn; some are already falling. Not many, one or two, silently, a slight flicker at the edge of eyesight.
Sunday we had over thirty of these flying little jewels. Flitting here and there, getting in squabbles with each other, dipping and dodging. I go through a gallon of sugar water every day.
After we came in from setting the last of the water, the dappled light from the setting sun, glowing through the haze Terry, Boomer, and I rested before going in.
It was at that moment I realized the sounds of the Hummingbirds had dimmed. Only six little birds were visiting the feeders. The same count this morning. The hummingbird migration has begun.
I would much prefer Fall/Autumn to begin the last of September, not now, not in August. Still it is here…the sunlight this morning caught in the cobwebs heavily dappled in dew. Many of the other spring and summer birds have left…it won’t be long now until the Swallows leave. They seem to be around the last to go. Not always, but close. 
I understand why we measure time—for it is the hope that in doing so it will not leave.
As always your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 