We Left Early This Morning—-Thursday, October 19, 2017

Once more I will be gone, early, early, by the time you read this.

Yesterday afternoon Terry and l loaded up the trailer and the truck and headed up to Montrose to sell the metal we have gathering here and there on our farm.

I always find the HUGE equipment up there amazing.  There really isn’t anything they can’t pick up and place in some of their piles waiting to go to the recycle of metal places back east.

It’s all pretty cool to watch.

I’ve posted something like this before, this yard really doesn’t change..just the stuff we haul up there.

Also a neat service/business they have…we get rid of the metal, make a little money off it, they sell the metal and make a little more money.  Whoever buys the metal melts it all down and changes it back into something useable.

Pretty cool I think.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm.



By the Time You Read This — Wednesday, October 18, 2017

By the time you read this Shannon and I will be on our way to the County Dump—-they want to be called the County Landfill now, but you and I know what it really is.

The photo above is borrowed from the internet…it is a gettyimage

You can follow the blue words to see more photos.

Have a gone one,


The Pulsing Ebb and Flow of Light Filled Wonder—Tuesday, October 17, 2017

This world is a wonder…really!  Every single day —  trapped in ordinariness–the little sparks of joy are softly veiled waiting for us to see them

Like the fluttering of a leaf on the wind

Or a ride in a stormy night

Our days move minute by minute, in a deep humming, like webs of music — and our beating hearts

If we just take the time to look, feel and listen —there in the silence, which really isn’t silent

Wonder is there— in the sparkle of the lasting stars, at the moon’s edge, in the black silver night


The glimpses of beauty are there.

From my world to your heart,


In Fading Glow of Sunlight—-Monday, October 16, 2017

My yard is split into rooms/gardens….the first one (as you drive in) is what I call the

corral garden, then moving around the wood pile and the picket fence is the bird station feeding area, next the sidewalk garden (which I am going change next spring–I’m tired of weeding it),

followed by the East Gardens

Then moving to the west of the house is the large sundial garden full of, now frozen, 4 O’clocks,and then hidden between the tile house and the mechanics shed is a little spot of tranquility.

It’s a delightful little place; perfect for silence and solitude, sometimes something hard to come by…but here they are within reach


While I was sitting in the gentle dying of the day, Sunday,  I looked up at the remaining leaves of the Apricot tree and saw a little bird-shaped leaf

Tilting my head back a little further I saw a heart-shaped leaf.  The dwindling sunlight was the most beautiful apricot shading into orange I had not seen for awhile.

It was so beautiful I used it for my headers yesterday. If you look closely you can see the heart just above the bird…

Quietness, stillness, rest— this space is fill with solitude, gentle softly falling leaves and the silence of Autumn trembling on the edge of winter.

A beautiful place of peace!

From my world to your heart,



Restless and a Wee Apprehensive—Sunday, October 14, 2017

For some reason I seem to be experiencing a vague foreboding.  Like a small cloud of some sort of oppression— a hovering chill; trouble looking for somewhere to strike–maybe around the next turn.

I have no idea what it is, or why…but it’s there…riding the winds from the north

Our autumn days wax and wane from warm to cold and back again to repeat as the leaves change and flutter to the ground.  There is a tingle to air promising winter is not far off now.

On chill days the wood stove heats the house; two cats and our dog; and a toasting husband.  The knots of burning elm tick faintly as they pop and burn warming the air.

And still I feel it…that unsettled feeling…like the night air breathing on my neck. (If I were a cat my fur would be lifted in alarm.)

Oh, well…I continue forward.  There is nothing much else to do…we ride out checking the corn, measuring the dryness (16%—when it reaches 15% we can start harvesting)

Sitting around worrying is time wasted.

We ride (skimming) through the farm, on roads which which sometimes look like wild pathways…over the Coyote trails and onto Coyote Hill… the little trip makes me think of all the old, ancient ones who walked here way before me.

For this I give thanks, ask for protection for this land I love, all the living things on it, and for my husband and children and the children of my children, and you, my friends; protection and safety for you, also.

Then I wait…maybe whatever this feeling is will dissipate and go away.

The warmth of a light heart will return— I can travel each day with ease.

I am ready for that time to come!

From my world to your heart,


A Walk in Tranquility—Thursday, October 12, 2017

The storms have left (for a spell, anyway).

The mornings now wake to bright October sun, frost laying heavy in the indigo-blue of the shadows and as thick sparkling shards of light everywhere else.

This is all good for the drying stems of corn,

And the bright yellow/gold ears hanging down toward the ground (harvest will start sometime in November or December for our corn–fingers crossed!)

The corn fields are still visited regularly

Providing food and shelter in the rustling leaves

The night world is busy…ever so busy

The wild creatures fill the space between dark and light

 Always on the search for food

Boomie and I and Mindy-cat walk along ever so silently — along the farm roads by the drying corn.  Listening to the music of the rustling of the rustling corn leaves and watching for

Those creatures who live on this bountiful and blessed farm!

From my world to your heart,



High in the Leaves Dreaming—Wednesday, October 11, 2017

We were in Delta, Thursday afternoon, when we drove down a side street and saw a HUGE group of people gathered on a sidewalk corner staring, pointing, and taking photos.

Coming to a stop at the stop sign we lookedto where everyone was pointing and we saw


Here is a story about the bear.

And how it all ended!

What a huge beautiful bear!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



On a Ripe Autumn Day—Tuesday, October 10, 2017

We are using the woodstove for heat now.  It feels warm and rich and luxurious

I thought I would bring you up-to-date on our building project

The doors are up

The roof is on and most of the sides are up

We made it clear to this point before the cold insane wind came—complete with rain and huge sloppy snowflakes


Today is cold, but we will start again.  It’s almost done on the outside.  Then we can start work on the inside.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


A Cold Wind Comes—Monday, October 9, 2017

The air is cold today!!!

Snow and rain and wind…insane wind.

The air is dim and miserable.  Snow frosts the air and chills the bones; roars along with the wind spitting through the air


The searching bitter wind has put a stop for all the farmers harvesting.  Winter has come.

I am most grateful that our pinto beans are harvested.  Most grateful.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




The Finish of the Week, One of Marvels—Sunday, October 8, 2017

Like the wind rushing musically throughout the drying corn

The weather held, turning into bright October days, full of sunlight

Harvested, delivered and sold!  First paycheck of the year! (Besides the hay, that is)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,