The Dream Which Holds Us—Thursday, May 31, 2018

A squall blew up for a few seconds/minutes yesterday…dropping light rain on the ground and messing up all the just washed windows….ah, well, they will wash again.

Then the clouds dispersed and a steadily strengthening sun came out…I didn’t see a rainbow.  😦

There were other beautiful things to share—the warm evening air, tenting us with the feeling of silk on our skin

The light and shadows falling on those things in bloom, making welcome colors for our eyes

And that sound of always running water, giving life to crops.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Cheering Rises Clear to the Sky—-Wednesday, May 30, 2018

 

We have been as busy as bumble bees the last two days.

I put an ad on Craig’s List, on Face Book on Colorado Hay and a few other spots on Face Book

Within minutes of the ads hitting the internet we had hay customers…this is all we have left as I type and it will be gone by noon.

They started lining up at at 7:30 this morning.  WHEW!

What a wonderful blessing to be able to sell our hay within two days!

Terry and I feel so very humble.

Life on a Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

In the Golden Sunlight—-Tuesday, May 29, 2018

The afternoon quiet, except for the movement of the tractor and the haystack wagon, the going back and forth to the field, I weeded in my yard.

Where the sound of the canal, the chirps and songs of the birds, and the humming of the honey and bumble bees…

Made the moments of the day calm and content.

Gradually the light started to shorten

When we heard the sound of a vehicle coming down the long lane into the farm yard.

Our daughter, son-in-law, grandchildren and newly adopted grand-dog, had arrived to spend the night with us!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Movement Continues — Monday, May 28, 2018

Although Terry only cut the alfalfa just a few days ago, the hot sun and the drying winds had the alfalfa turned to hay by yesterday afternoon.

Then at the crack of dawn

In the tranquil brightening of the sunlit sky…

With the dew laying perfectly on the rows of soon-to-be-baled hay….Terry started up the tractor and baler.  Each little leaf still adhering to the stem, folded and compacted, all tied up with twine.

Making perfect bales of hay.

Dew…just the right amount of dew, is the secret to rich, green, protein filled bales of food.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Eyes Ready for Wonders—-Sunday, May 27, 2018

We took a wee trip.  Over the Uncompahgre Plateau (just behind our house) to the west end of Montrose County…into the towns of Nucla, Naturita, and Norwood.

We traveled across the Uncompahgre Plateau to the base of the Lone Cone guarding the hills, vales, and towns from it’s majestic view there in the sky.

We have been hearing how terribly horribly dry everything was on the plateau, so we took off for a five-hour-round-trip drive (with a nice lunch in Ridgway, Colorado)

Oh…it is sooooooo dry up there.  So very dry.  The green grass, which should be green, just isn’t.  It looks like October grass all brown and crinkly.

The ponds, sloughs, ditches, and reservoirs are dry. Nothing there, accept possibly a puddle.

It’s all so scary.

The west side of the Uncompahgre Plateau looks much better than our side.  It is greener, the wild berries are blooming and the trees starting to put on new leaves.  There are even some ponds with water in them.

As we grew closer to the San Juan Mountain range we saw snow still on them—so there is hope for those living in that area.

If we start to get rain it will help.  Then next winter’s snow (as much as I don’t care for winter, it is an important source of water) needs to fall early, thickly and very often.

Only time will tell.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

 

 

This Bright Sunlight Morning—-Thursday, May 24, 2018

The hay swather’s sound is rippling through out our clean country air

The sunlight is brilliant on the thick stand of alfalfa, as the early morning light pours forth; warming the plants, drying the dew

The scent of JUST CUT ALFALFA piercing the air!

First CUTTING!

May the rain stay away until the hay is made, in the bales, and sold.

We have a stack of customers already calling wanting hay.

Two weeks we should be done…two weeks and then the rains can come.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

We Have Not Cut the Alfalfa Yet —- Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Terry didn’t cut the alfalfa yesterday, because of a predicted 30% chance of rain.

Which, by the afternoon turned into 100% guarantee of that delightful special moisture from the heavens

As the sun started to sink and the clouds started to break up

The sun, low and dazzling shot blazing rays of glorious light

Filling the heavens with a double collection of sparkling, arched light,

in the low-lying mist left from the dissipating clouds.

A gift from the heavens…oh, how blessed we were.  Rain, no alfalfa down, and a double rainbow.

Perfect!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Out on a Limb—-Tuesday, May 22, 2018

While over at the other hay stack yard and implement yard, I saw

This darling little squirrel, gently sunning him/herself on a bare branch of a Tamarisk Tree–Salt Cedar is the common name.

Carefully Boomer and I left the area…allowing him/her the right to a bit of sunshine and a wee rest in the Spring-time air.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Sounds Echo —- Monday, May 21, 2018

The sound of the tractor adds to the un-silence of the land.

Terry planted the pinto beans five days ago, and today he is Mormon Creasing the field.  By that he is taking taking the top off the row and smoothing out the top of the row so the little plants can work their way through a smaller amount of soil.

He also planted a new alfalfa field, which will make us two fields of alfalfa.  Although, the new field won’t be ready until next year.  There will be a possible cutting in September, but sometimes he doesn’t cut it; allowing the cows to graze it off instead.

This makes the whole farm in production. Finally.  Everything is some form of growth or another.

The irrigation water sparkles and splashing it’s way down each furrow cool and free.

Tomorrow or Wednesday (depending on the weather) it will be time to cut the alfalfa

next to our house.  Then the air will be scented with green alfalfa drying into lovely hay.

I will leave all the windows open in the house so the perfume fills our rooms and scents our sleep.

Busy times,

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Ordinary Dreams — Sunday, May 20, 2018

Ordinary dreams are never clear–they are jumbles of this and that

As we sleep we walk in small places where the old gods used to roam

In that time long-before Christ came.

Those ancient gods of hills and woods and streams

We wander here and there in the dusk of our daily happenings, free from rituals, cities crowded with men

Where sometimes we walk thoughtlessly, as if we are kings, or fairies, or even riding on stars moving silently in the Universe

Sometimes we meet scary unknown things, which zip out of the air of our thoughts, rushing toward us like a demon felt only within the dark

Jerking awake, breathing like we are riding the wind—to realize we just dream.

Turning over…flipping the pillow to the cool side, we once more fall asleep and dream

 

A thoughtlessly as wee babe in a mother’s arms.

I hope your Sunday is a very good one!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda