We are in Indian Summer now. The days warm up and the night cool way down.
Sometimes Terry and I go for wee night rides, over the dusty ground, in the silence of the land.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The heavy freezes are continuing.
The alfalfa is always slower to react than, say corn, or the leaves on trees.
Gradually, over a long series of heavy freezes, the fields will turn brown, all the juices stored in the roots, slumbering until spring.
Creating a new world, ready for winter long nap.
And now, for a tiny bit of summer life
Yesterday, I captured, on camera, a butterfly/moth exploding into the air as Boomer and I walked by.
I’m finding capturing bugs in flight is very hard to do. (But ever so fun, when I actually get one on camera.)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We have been having wind….lots and lots of wind
Which always makes the earth seem slightly used
It hisses through everything; stretching the earth into a dust storm of wonder
We have a strong need for rain.
(Beaglie ears flying in the wind)
But not until all the pinto beans, the onions, and the hemp are all harvested. Until then we just live in gratitude for dry weather so those farmers still trying to get crops harvested can.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Last Spring one of the renters took the land-leveler through one of the gates too fast, causing damage to leveler and to the gate.
He was pretty upset about the harm, but Terry said, not to worry he would fix it.
So Friday that is just what we did.
Done!
All set in place, the gate shut, and back to normal.
Then we took a wee ride (one more time) before it is time to put the top on.
Those short little rides are priceless. A nice break in a busy day.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Before the air came curling the breath before our faces—some of the big hemp fields were harvested.
The plants cut and then baled, they will be dried in an oven-like thing so mold cannot form.
It is my understanding that the plant is cut when the CBD oil is at it’s highest.
But what happens to the miles and acres of plants which were NOT harvested before the killing freezes appeared?
We heard that there is a possibility the plants can now be used for seed.
I hope so because there are more fields NOT harvested than were harvested.
A lot more.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Mom, Boomer and I went for a walkabout.
That means we walked to the cross over ditch. Mom won’t go much further because she thinks I will get lost on the farm. Then we walked down the long lane to the county road; then home, again, home, again, we trod.
Out by the grain bin, we saw a FOX! Boomer ran up to say “Hi!” but the fox ran off.
Fast! Faster than an old/ancient beagle can run. Of course, Mom was yelling at Boomer to “COME HERE! Boomer, come back”!
The fox could have run off because of Mom and her loud voice. Don’t ya think?
Then when we went for a walk down the long, long lane to the road, Mom made all of us turn around and RUN back toward the house as fast as possible.
Mom didn’t yell this time.
She just turned around and RAN!
After all that excitement, Mom picked me up, opened the back door, told Boomer to get in the house and that was it.
Run over!
Walk over!
Finished!
Mindy Kit-cat Brown
The clouds were beautiful against the vivid green of the alfalfa just two days ago
So here are the moments, of the last few days, of summer/early fall
On we go into Indian Summer. The memory of hot summer days dancing in our imaginations.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Sandhill Cranes are back (this is an old photo)
(Another old photo)
A pair flew over my head as I was shuffling around the trash cans yesterday morning
(From my archives)
They hollered and squawked at me as they flapped vigorously toward the Upper End of our farm
If was a happy feeling to see them arrive.
Since yesterday was lovely warm in the afternoon. We decided to take one last spin in the corvette before we have to put the top back on.
(Photo from last year)
We drove around and looked at the hemp farms…harvest has begun. I wonder if the killing freezes damages the CBD oil in the plant? I will let you know if I find out anything
Part of my yard, now a beautiful memory.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
This morning we finished up all the irrigation on the farm.
All the pastures are wet, all the alfalfa fields, and my lawn
I got all my hose picked up and stored for that long winter season
I cleaned out the woodstove and readied the kindling and logs for that time when neither Terry or I can’t handle the cold house anymore
A major winter blast is heading our way. The weather people say Thursday the daily high will be 49* —Winter is coming, just on the edge of sight. Floating in the jet stream ready to develop into reality.
Forcing us to wave warm lovely days farewell.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We have had wind for several days now, making setting tubes a bit of a challenge
Although the daytime temperatures have been warm enough we didn’t need coats in the middle of the day
The winds gusted and moaned through the standing corn, across the rooftops and slammed into standing buildings
swallowing all of us in fine coats of dust.
The wind flailed the electric fences
and drove leaves, weeds and other loose things across the land and into our hair and eyes.
Sunday day we were still experiencing a wee wind, one that had a tendency to make us shiver.
I hint (just a hint), of winter coming.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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