A storm blew in yesterday…bringing snow to the mountains
and rain to the fields
The setting sun echoed color throughout the clouds
The rain filled the sky—
Then charged over the land slowing down harvest!
We will begin again when everything is dry enough.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We have begun! The last of our crops are now being harvested. Sometime in the next two weeks, with fingers crossed and the creek doesn’t rise,
Our fields of corn will be at the elevator
Then it will be time to put the whole farm to bed and work on fences until the cows come in.
But all that is down the road a spell…for right now we will enjoy
Getting the corn off the shucks and into the truck!
And down to the Elevator. This is an old photo from January 2016….the year the corn would NOT dry down until January. It shows you where we go to deliver our harvest.
Anyway…we are up and running now!
And THAT is a very good thing!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Yesterday was my annual visit to the vet!
And my birthday is NOT 13, that Mom thought it was it’s my 12th birthday!!!
MOM WAS WRONG!!!! I am much younger a whole YEAR younger!!!
YAY!
Boomer
The rains left last night and today
The sky is swimming with leaves upon the very cool breeze
The earth’s beating heart is slowing down, heading into the deep sleep called winter
Every day the sound of the beating heart of the earth is growing softer and softer
As the time of deep sleep nears.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
A storm has blown in streaming moisture and clouds across the heavens
It’s supposed to be a one day visit. Leaving our area this afternoon sometime on a stiff brisk wind.
Corn harvest waits a tad bit longer.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We still have not started the corn harvest. Although, Terry is checking the dryness of the corn weekly now. The last moisture count was 15.3%. It must be 15 or below to begin.
So we wait.
The days are sharply cooling down…the ground is more leaf-littered each and every day
Last Friday we had the bliss and excitement of a thick marvelous fog
Of which, I had to go walking in.
After all, it’s rare (in our part of the world) to be able to actually walk in a cloud sitting down on the eath. 🙂
It was breathtaking.
The steady flow of water in the canal is turned off today. It will take a week before it is gone at our farm—for you see the water travels all the way from the Blue Mesa Reservoir, Gunnison, Colorado, to the Gunnison River at Delta, Colorado…irrigating farms all along the way.
There is a definite snap in the air, causing us to enjoy the evenings with the heat of the wood stove.
Autumn is moving rapidly toward winter now.
BUT—-
O! The excitement —-while out on the farm a flock of bluebirds flew by Boomer and me on their way through (they don’t seem to nest here on our farm) to who knows where–
I capture two of them on camera! I was elated! Jubliant and Overjoyed to get their photos, even if it was just the back of them as they flew by.
From your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Rocky turned 11 last week…only he celebrated his birthday in STYLE
Birthday cake and little kids to read to him.
Boomer
Although I love summer best, my heart leaps into my breast with flares of joy for spring and then once more for the bright lovely days of Autumn
Autumn to me is more than a dying time, or a song sorrow, or a lament to the Old Gods
Its a time of remembering—as the leaves fall down on the weary ground and the plants close up for another year
The sky seems to [also] brighten into strong colors even more so than the brilliant summer skies
The air is not full of the smell of green growing things and thirsty soil like it is in Spring
Nor is it full of the spices and floral scents of summer
But it is full of the smell of leaves turning yellow and falling, drifting toward the earth where we mere mortals tread.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I ran into a couple at the big-box store recently…they were newly arrived in our community and struggling a wee bit to find something in the store.
Since I was picking up an item in the same aisle, the gentleman asked me for help.
Of which I gladly did.
One thing led to another, (they were very friendly souls); leading them to ask me where I lived —- thinking I must be in a sub-division or in town.
I smiled and told them my husband and I have a farm and we live out a ways from the city proper.
Then the lady shocked me totally by placing her hand on my arm her voice dripping with true sympathy…she patted my arm and expressed something to the effect she was sorry for me in my very narrow existence.
I should not have been shocked.
But I was.
For you see my existence is not narrow, nor is bleak…it’s not void of experiences or adventure or new and unusual things to see and do.
I smiled and wished them well. Going on down the aisle to finish up my purchases.
Because of each of you, I forget that the common thought people have about farmers is they are either “corporate” or people who are uneducated, uninformed and walk around with a hay stem in their mouth.
But you, each and every one of you understands that this wondrous, joyful life we have here on our farm is anything but bleak or narrow nor is it void of adventure or beauty.
Yes, the work may be hard, but it isn’t boring for us. Its just part and parcel of who we are and how we live our lives; each day marked upon our hearts.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
That beautiful wonderful Moon
Can you hear the shimmering song it sings in the sky?
So far away, yet close enough to light the earth and the sky with silver.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 