The look of satisfaction on this wee bird is priceless. A full tummy, a huge food bar, safety….who could ask for more?
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Joy Fixed in Time and Space—-Tuesday, February 6, 2018
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Fills My Heart with Awe—-Monday, February 5, 2018
The Sandhill Cranes and the Canada Geese are stuffing the fields to capacity!
Beautiful large birds rustling along searching for bits of corn
The Sandhill cranes (usually) don’t seem to share the same field as the geese,
But sometimes they do.
Their beauty is wonderfully stunning!
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,
Linda
Moving They make Music—-Sunday, February 4, 2018
Silence. As the tension leapt like flames in a campfire.
We had a couple of fun evenings with our Grandchildren…tall youths running in swirls of pure energy and studied action
We reveled, in that buzzing hive, so loud and excited one might think the hive had been knocked down from it’s safe perch in the trees 🙂
The exhilaration of movement and jubilation bubbling very close to the surface as baskets were made or a ball taken away from the other side
Always, always these two lovely grandchildren will meet us and give us hugs; telling us ‘thank you’ for coming to watch them play.
Grandchildren….they are life’s great joys!
(Tally doesn’t have any sports right now, so she sat with us, snuggled close to Grandpa and I.)
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Looking into the Cloud Covered Sky—-Thursday, February 1, 2018
January’s Super Moon broke through for a short, short time
This is all I got to see….but …
It was enough!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Moon—Our Big Beautiful Moon—January 31, 2018
Did you get to see anything?
We are heavily clouded here. 😦 Sigh!
But tonight as it rises again, I should at least get to see the full moon (Provided there is no clouds…..it was stunning last night, although not quite full.
This is a very interesting blog about the Moon, if you are interested!
Even so…
We (Terry, Boomer, Mindy-cat and I) will take a wee walk-about in the light of the full moon tonight—or, if its still cloudy, a walk under moon lite clouds!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
After Spiders—-Tuesday, January 30, 2018
Well, after the dreams from the other night, I was a tad concerned I might dream of creepy crawly things again.
But, thankfully, as my breathing and heart slowed to that spot, which takes us into the abyss of sleep
My dreams were not of unimagined possibilities to be frightened over
But patches of sun and interesting things I wanted to do.
Although, I don’t remember them this morning. I do feel refreshed and eager to tackle the day.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Last Night I Dreamed of Spiders —- Monday, January 29, 2018
Last night I dreamed of spiders….lots of spiders.
Crazy big spiders, tiny tiny spiders, spiders of all shapes and sizes; spinning webs here and there and everywhere.
Spiders creep me out. I know! I know! They are an important part of the ecosystem.
But once when I was a young child my mother was bitten by a Black Widow Spider and almost died. It was a long, slow time of recovery for her—and I never forgot it.
Then several years back I was bitten by a cousin of the Brown Recluse spider, which resulted in a hole on my forearm.
I dream that I had to walk through their webs, while the spiders were spinning, climbing, hunting and even snacking on their victims.
I remember going to a drive-in movie show with my parents where the two features were THE SPIDER and the second one The Fly
I spent the whole time crouched on the floor in the back of the car.
It was a long night.
I’m so glad it’s morning and I left behind those thousands of eyes, round as marbles, in their sticky paths of silk hanging in the air….watching.
Whew!
I guess I was just way too tired when I went to sleep.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The Urge to Farm — Sunday, January 28, 2018
It’s been terribly dry. So dry there is huge talk among farmers of what the growing season might bring.
The talk is also all about what to grow. Corn prices are extremely low–due to many factors, but mostly because there is just too much corn stored —not only here– but in the whole world.
The cost of raising corn is outrageously high …the two don’t really go well together.
Still the urge to farm is there. Alive and well in the hearts of those who love the land and love to see the crops growing.
February is typically a very wet month. Typically. So, with that in mind, and the fact the earth is very dry Terry (and others) have gone out to ‘stir’ up the corn stalks. Breaking them down in the hopes we have lots of moisture very soon. The moisture will soften the chopped up bits and pieces help them dissolve; enriching the soil as they diminish.
This light disking (not a vigorous deep aggressive disking) will also stir up the fodder left over from the cows allowing those wonderful Canada Geese and Sandhill Cranes to find more nourishment when they land on the fields.
(This is grand MEsa to the north of us. Although, we don’t get IRRITATION or drinking water from Grand MEsa, Cedaredge and even Grand Junction, does)
So we prepare and get ready for moisture, if not right here, hopefully in those huge,
(This is a prior photo of the Paonia Mountains to the East of us…up there–somewhere– is the Taylor Park Dam)
magnificent mountains which surround us
(This is a photo from last year of the San Juan MountAin Range…to the west of us)
and for which the irrigation water
(This is an old photo of mine of the Blue Mesa Reservoir where our IRRIGATION water comes out of)
(This is the dam that is the beginning (the head water) of the water which helps fill the Blue Mesa RESERVOIR — thus the water, which comes to us for irrigation AND DRINKING WATER then on down the Colorado River clear to California)
comes from.
(Right behind us to the west and to the southwest of us is the Uncompahgre Plateau–this is a spring photo)
As you can see we are surrounded by mountains all rich is natural resources–which pass on down to town dwellers, people who live in subdivisions, gardeners, farmers, and ranchers. The life blood of everyone and everything —-water.
All the product of melted snow.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Brilliant and Beautiful—-Thursday, January 25, 2018
The woodpile is growing somewhat thinner…leaving me with huge base chunks of tree stumps, so Terry dug out the wood splitter
Giving us lots of more pieces of wood to heat the house with. I enjoyed this satisfying bit of physical work in a thin heat of afternoon.
Later that evening, as the sun started to set…the sky became a kaleidoscope of rotating lovely colors
Coming back toward the house I noticed the sunset reflected in the Tilehouse’s windows
Pure and
Simple magic.
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,
Linda
On a Quiet Crisp Winter Day—Wednesday, January 24, 2018
Thankfully the Canadian Geese have found our corn fields, although methinks the picking might be slim after the 196 cows in December.
Terry says he is going to disk up the cornfields soon, this will stir up the feed and knock down the stalks, which, hopefully will bring in more birds.
The day was a tad chilled, but still Boomer, Mindy and went for wee walk-about seeing what we could see, stretching our legs and filling our minds with something besides toasting by the wood stove
The Sand Hill cranes have found a lovely spot at the Upper End to rest and search among the cattails for tidbits to eat
(I didn’t let Mindy go that far with Boomer and I. We left her at the the shed with Terry.)
This is way too far for a kitty cat to go, but not to far for a beagle and a human 🙂
We made the round trip, following the farm roads by the now dormant fields, then came back home to walk down the long lane to go get the mail. While doing so I saw a hawk coming in for dinner.
The little bird lived another day, alerted by the camera snapping human, not even realizing the Black Horseman of the Apocalypse was about to descend into it’s little bird world.
Then home again, camera on one side, best beagle pal on the other.
(Yes I wear short and flip-flops most of the time. It has to be REALLY cold and/or snowy for other shoes and long pants.)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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