I will miss you forever.
Monkey Brown
2004-2016
Your human Mom
Linda
My Heart is Broken—-Wednesday, July 6, 2016
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Tag Archives: 2016
The Warmth of the Heavy Sun—Tuesday, July 5, 2016
The warmth of the heavy sun has brought to us the sour cherries and apricots. I had thought they froze, but I was wrong.
Our kids are still here. The days full of waves of gentle peace…something I am not resisting.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
HAPPY 4th of July! — Monday, July 4, 2016
We happened to be downtown just about sunset one evening, when I noticed the beauty of the American Flag cast against an amazing orange sunset.
There is something so wonderful about really looking at the flag.
(Of which I am sure is true for each and everyone of you…that Flag…that symbol of your country…that wonder proclaiming your history and your future in its fluttering brightness against the sky.)
Just seeing the flag— the joy of the National Anthem was ear music, before my mind even realized.
Happy 4th from me to you!
Linda
Blithely Skipping Along—-Sunday, July 3, 2016
Friday morning was beautiful…soft gray clouds covered the sky, a lazy little mist floated in the air…almost rain, a sometimes drizzle; lovely moisture falling onto the dooryard plants.
I was upstairs working on my post about Boomer and his leg…the sweet breath of the morning air filled with the smell of wet grass and summer flowers.
When I noticed two children pedaling their way down the lane.
The Children of the Corn (and their parents) have arrived for the 4th of July weekend. A total surprise.
They came! Just in time to measure the corn. More than knee high, it seems.
Family…the heartbeat of life!
My heart is blithely skipping along!
Your friend, always…
Linda
A Tree Top High—-Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Everyday, as I work in the yard, pulling weeds, watering, fertilizing, and deadheading a loud squawking permeates the air. I move from bed to bed and the squawking follows me:
“DANGER! HUMAN! DANGER! BEWARE!”
Finally I was able to get a sorta decent photo of this loud and gorgeous bird. Albeit, not a very good photo.
Does anyone know what this bird is? It isn’t a Starling, I know those birds. They have their home on the west side of the yard.
This little bird also has a very sweet whistle a twwwwo deeeeeeeeeee sound.
I am wondering if it is a pale-eyed Thrush, although I don’t know if they live here.
I am rather enjoying listening to it. I can tell the difference between HUMAN and CAT! OH MY GOD CAT…to DOG…there is a DOG! OH! HUMAN, HUMAN IN THE YARD! Calls. 🙂
Thank you for your help!
Love,
Linda
When Time Stops—Tuesday, June 28, 2016
On Sunday we left the Uncompahgre Plateau—25 Mesa to be exact—around three o’clock in the afternoon. Leaving behind the sun-warmed flowers, leaf mold, and coolness mountain air always seems to have.
The morning of Monday the sun broke free of the tree line; way after we got in from changing the water. The air was full of wide awake birds, winging their way here and there. Their flights crisscrossing the paths of other birds…no flight plan needed.
All, except for the pinto bean field, the tractor work has ceased. One more time a little later the pinto beans will be cultivated—knocking down the weeds so the beans can grow without interference.
We work until the light slowly fades, retreating beyond the Uncompahgre Plateau. The thick shadows, edge the the little knolls on our place, and rim the the ditch banks. The fugitive light highlights the leaves on the corn causing green shadows, which shift in the evening breeze.
“This is my favorite time of the day,” Terry tells me at least once a week. “The air cools, a feeling of renewal takes place, everything starts to have a calm feeling.”
For me it is morning.
My favorite time of the day…for just a second, as the sky lightens, the hope of the new day rises in me, I feel energized and ready for whatever might come.”
It is only for a moment.
Then the sun bursts froth and the day begins. But for the moment it feels as if the freshness of the day will last forever.
Either way—sunrise, or sunset…the feeling is there. The moment when time stops. I’m sure it is different for everyone. That feeling of birth.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
A Sunday Break—-Monday, June 27, 2016
We decided to take a wee break and drive up the Uncompahgre Plateau.
We left mid-morning, ate lunch up there, drove around and looked at the beautiful views, then came home.
A refreshing break for mind, body, and soul.
Your friend,
Linda
Baby Alfalfa—-Sunday, June 26, 2016
All the crops are looking good!
What a joyous blessing to see!
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm
Linda
Spring Work is Winding Down—Thursday, June 23, 2016
The header is the photo of the flat lands, our cows LOVED being up there and just hanging out. We like to go to the Rocky Point and ‘take a break’, there is something really restful about this part of the farm.
We call spring work—everything that must be done until the tractor can’t get in there anymore. After that we just irrigate, until harvest time.
Summer work is irrigation
Fall is harvest, although, the corn harvest the last couple have years has been way into winter. Still we consider it fall, until the corn is in.
This is the last cultivation of this field—I call it the Middle Field, Terry calls it by it’s acres.
Cultivation has to stop when the corn is as tall as the bottom of the tractor’s little wheels, to try to run the tractor down after that will result in killing the growing corn.
No more tractor work on this field. The next time something big is on this field will be the combine at harvest time.
This field has a little more growing to go, then it will be done.
The pinto beans are looking GOOD! There is still tractor work–cultivation–on these little guys, but it will stop once the plants are bushy. With this heat it won’t that long.
Our alfalfa hay is getting up to eight leaves. (I forgot to take a photo of it)
Then, of course, there are always those things that tend to slow ya down… (The tractor making the ditch slipped off and got stuck.
It didn’t take long to get him out. Just a little slow down.
Then back to the house I go!
Your friend on a farm in western Colorado 🙂
Linda
A Gift of Sunlight—Wednesday, June 22, 2016
The day wore on, yesterday, the heated air hot and heavy.
bearing down on us and the land.
The sun gradually climbing higher and higher in the sky- taking from us any bit of shade.
By noon the shadows were gone, the heat ringed us in, and sat brooding, like a bad mood.
Then a blessing of a thin rush of air — first in starts and stops, then in little puffs, swelling in strength strong enough to cause the towels drying, on the line, to flap and fling themselves over the other wires full of clothes
The air cooled, as clouds rolled in, first in the east, then the south, finally in the west.
All the while the wind rose and fell whispering secrets to the earth; to those creatures and objects that can understand.
There was a hint of thunder a splattering of rain enough to rinse the air clean.
Boomer and I walked out upon the farm, hoping to see a rainbow.
Instead a shock of sunlight splashed in the north, for just a few minutes, leaving the world reborn.
From my heart to your world.
Linda
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