Hanging there in the Grey Sky—-Tuesday, August 21, 2018

I opened my email to find a lovely little note from a wonderous world far, far away from where I live…in the magical land of Sweden

Hi, Linda!

Here is a beautiful rainbow photographed from my porch – just for you 🙂

All the best for you, Terry, Boomer and all other creatures at the farm!”
Asta in Sweden
Then as I continued to open the photo the rainbow burst upon my screen.

How very blessed I am to have such gifts from around the whole wide world!

Thank you, Asta!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Come Sit with Me—Monday, August 20, 2018

Come sit with me…let time slow down…

Let the hummingbirds be the only whirlwind

Enjoy (with me) our now fall days…summer is quickly passing

Morning air is crisp if not clear, and the plants have dew drops like rain upon their leaves

The crows are back a sure sign of soon to be harvesting and I heard two owls in the wee morning light today

Moisture is even in the air —above the smoke-filled clouds

Either a slight rainbow or a sundog…cooler weather is coming our way

Terry has stopped the water on the pinto bean field…in one week he will start pulling the beans.  In two weeks we harvest.

Still for a short while…sit with me

Let the summer day pass into fall with peace and joy

Quietness and comfort as the day winds down

And the little hummingbirds drink their fill

In that hour between day and night

Just before the sun sets.

From my world to your heart, My Friends,


In the Early Morning Light—-Sunday, August 19, 2018

In the very early morning light, after the first set of water…there is usually a load of hay to load out…

Early before the heat of the day rises to swallow all in its rugged grip.

Since we only had the one load yesterday, Terry wanted to take a little trip to Gunnison, Colorado to visit a huge car show they had going on

Off we went getting there close to noon.

We saw around 268 different cars, trucks, and rat rods.  Everything from a few hundred dollars in value to over six figures!  They came from all around the state of Colorado and even a few as far away as Texas.

It was lots of fun…seeing old friends and new friends and getting ideas for Terry’s own cars.

And for me…I saw this delightful happy little dog and her Dad.  I asked if I could get a photo and the answer was yes.

Sunglasses and big smiles all around.

We stayed until the end.

Drove home to change water and have supper at one of our daughter’s house, where our son-in-law is an outstanding chef.

A wee break in our daily work.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Who Said Chipmunks Were Cute? —- Thursday, August 16, 2018

I mean after all Stewart and I

Are most darling little squirrels

Anyone could ask for.

Just ask Boomer.  We help him lots and lots of times!

Stewart and Stanley Squirrel

Your friend(s) on a western Colorado farm,


Chipmunks—Wednesday, August 15, 2018

We have at least ONE little chipmunk here on the farm.  Maybe there is more, but I can’t tell them apart; I only see one at a time.

I think he/she/they have come in on the large semi-load of firewood we get each year.

Thankfully he/she/they have stayed safe from the mirid of predators who also live on our farm.

But our little chipmunk(s) are wild little creatures…

Nothing like the little pet(s) who live in the Black Forest with Elaine and Bob!

Doesn’t that just make you SMILE out LOUD!!!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


The Sky Drained of Color —- Tuesday, August 14, 2018

The sky filled with smoke more than ever before yesterday.

Leaving not a smidge of blue sky anywhere

Tendrils of smoke wafted around our heads, in our eyes, and settled upon our skin

The whole sky had a grey sheen to it

The air smelled of forests burning,

the taste of wood ash on our tongues

the smoke lay heavy although smoke itself is not heavy

It might as well be

It comes in such a volume it weights on all lungs — human, animal, bugs, and plants

That breathing is a stress upon itself.

Gradually the sun turned the sky to pink and the smoke turned the sun red

As the western side of the United States continues to burn.

With sadness your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Simplicity/Borrowed Time—Monday, August 13, 2018

We loaded out a hay customer in 100* weather yesterday.  (37.7778c).  Exhausting all of us.  The last bale placed on the hay trailer at 2:40 p.m.

Since Karen now had the long drive back to her Dairy in Edwards, Colorado, we decided a quick break in town for a small lunch would be just the thing.

Then home again and she was off with her load of hay for her lovely milk cows.

Later that evening, after supper and water changes… Terry said

Let’s give ourselves a break and go for a ride

Off we went into a sherbet-colored sky

Then home again, home again as the air started to cool.

From my world to your heart,




Hello Sun in My Face—-Sunday, August 12, 2018

 “Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields…Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.” ― Mary Oliver

Even though there is lots of work still to be done

And we are in the middle of third cutting of hay

With hay customers coming on a regular basis

We took a day off and went on a fun

Road trip

Breaks…so necessary

And a whole lot of fun!

From my world to your heart,



At the End of the Day, Is Peace — Thursday, August 9, 2018

The smoke blew away during the day. Leaving us with soft puffy white clouds.

There were two new fires yesterday…one in Gateway,

And one around Delores, Colorado—adding to smoke coming over the Uncompahgre Plateau

Still, there were moments of the bluer sky and puffer white clouds

Still, there was a rightness in our yard and on the farm

The little hummingbirds buzzed around us as we moved to and fro and in and out

Their movements and chatter a melody.

It’s easy to stop all work and just sit still watching them

Letting time and work slip by like water in the canal

The silence left, after the wind dies down, filled with the buzz

Of tiny wings

And chatter as they vie for places along the feeders


and tranquility, and calm

Experienced while watching those tiny flying jewels called Hummingbirds.

From my world to your heart,


The World is Not Black and White—-Wednesday, August 8, 2018

It isn’t even shades of gray

It’s full of color and beauty and a whole list of wonderous growing things

It’s full of those small things.  Things that are made up of seconds, even moments, filling time until minutes accrue

Each second heaping onto one another; riding piggy-back until it becomes a whole day

And that whole day becomes your life.

Gradually the day winds down and the night comes on

The distant sun shrouded in clouds and smoke.  The last burst of color fills our eyes as the day cools and the sun sinks into the west.

Reminding us to give Thanks for the gift of one more day!

From my world to your heart,