Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know Chapter Eight, Friday, August 14, 2020

Chapter Eight


Off Mom (and Dad)  and I went on the four-wheeler…. time to change the water.


Mom sat me down.

I hung around for a time, watching Mom.

Pretty soon Mom was caught up in digging and shoveling and—you know, Stuff.

So Off I went.

Heck, there are things to see and stuff to learn about out on the farm, hanging with Mom and Dad is rather BORING!

I snuffled and sniffed my way over to WAIT!

“Hey, Hi, Stanley!

Stanley stopped munching on the peanuts Mom puts out for him.

“Hey, Boomer! Long time no see!”

I just started to make myself comfortable when Stanley came to attention, then suddenly jumped down; ZOOM he was gone.

I wonder what scared him.


Nothing happening out here, but a flock of corn birds flying around.

I looked up just then

and saw HAWK!

OH! That’s enough to scare anyone!

Just about that time I heard Mom hollering for me… “BOOMER LET’S GO!”



Time to go.

I trotted back to Mom. She picked me up and sat me right back down on my comfy spot on the four-wheeler.

“Forward we go, Mom!” I yipped.

Forward we go!




Gloriously Hot —Wednesday, August 12, 2020

Perfect for making hay!

Rain, rain, stay away.  Come again some other day!


The third (3rd) cutting of the first field!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Heaven is Here, On Earth, O! Surely It Is —- Tuesday, August 11, 2020

As a child, I used to worry about Heaven

Where can I find Heaven I would ask

In the sky, my family would say

As I grew I studied religions, looking for where Heaven might be

What I learned is:  All Religions are fascinating, they include aspects that are utterly beautiful

We always need to respect their beliefs

When I was seventeen I discovered how Siddhartha sat in the shade of the Bodhi Tree/calmed his mind so he could reach a state of mental bliss.

Quieting the mind.  What an interesting idea.

So I practiced.  It was hard.

I found I didn’t have lots of time to just sit and calm my mind, and sit and sit

My life became full—too full to sit in the shade of a tree and try to achieve quiet

There were children to take care of, house, yard, farm, paying job, ‘things’ to do

But throughout all that activity,

I gradually understood, that calming the mind can come in many diverse and different ways

It comes from living simply

Recognizing what warms my heart

What softly lifts my soul

I learned to approach my daily tasks with belief in being UPLIFTED as one works

Not feeling burdened.

To watch for those teeny, tiny things that settled softly all around me (us)

Solitude right there in the– every day of the– every day

Solitude in teeny tiny moments

Bringing me to an understanding

That for me, quiet contemplation of the day,

Is, for me, Heaven here on Earth.

From my heart to your world,


Gossamer Threads in the Rippling Air — Monday, August 10, 2020

The dappled light as we head out to change the water

The early morning sunlight casting purple shadows on the land

Reflections speaking loudly of our daily work on the land

T’Ata coming to help

While Glory stands sentinel on the Rocky Point

The day, always generous with gifts

Hidden just so

But still there, whispering, for us to see–


Please, there are gossamer threads of beauty everywhere.

From my heart to you, My Friends,


Spring in the Heat of August —- Sunday, August 9, 2020

The heat has abated…leaving the morning with a feel of Autumn [or is it Spring?] in the air

Terry has finished planting the last field on our place to alfalfa

The soil has that wonderful smell of thirsty ground getting wet for the first time this year

A clean smell, a smell, like a sigh of relief

Friday morning  we saw tiny little sprouts along the furrows we had finished watering

A very good industrious sign of new growth

The last set of the day

Water shimmering and glittering across the land as the earth heads into darkness.

The glimmer of the sun on the water (although only visible if you look for it)


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Seven, Friday, August 7, 2020

Chapter Seven

This time MOM KNOWS!!!

The little bird…the one trapped in Dad’s pick-up grill, the one Mom saved and kept calm and gave it food and water and helped it hide…


Flew away this morning, while Mom was freshening up the water and cleaning the food tray!

YAY!  Mom and I LAUGHED OUT LOUD!  Then Mom told the little bird good-bye; “Come see us again.  We are so glad you got well.”

This time MOM KNOWS!

And Mindy Kit-Kat Brown


Which is a very good thing…cats and fluttering birds NEVER mix!

Hee Hee, snort, chuckle

Conjuring Magic —- Thursday, August 6, 2020

Earth ditches are a lot of work!

To move the dam (the orange thing) all the mud (the water is full of mud and it settles against the orange dam) has to be dugout; by hand, back, shovel.

Then moved down the ditch to the NEXT spot.

While we were there—Terry doing all the work and I taking photos 🙂

The girls had to come over to see just what we (Terry) were doing

Each one took a turn sniffing and running their noses on the orange dam

Then over to have a wee visit full of pets and rubs.

While working there a handsome feller rushed by

The Joys (and work) on a western Colorado farm

Where magic occurs every day. 🙂

From my heart to your world,



Gathering Momentum —- Wednesday, August 5, 2020

The crops are gathering momentum,

The corn is full, fat, and soft.

If you were to touch one of the kernels you could feel what we call ‘the dough’ a soft, fluffy feel to the kernel.

This is NOT the time to starve the corn from water…water is what makes the kernel grow and fill-up nicely.

So every day, three times a day the water is changed; moving through one field and onto another field

The first field of alfalfa is getting ready to be harvested for the third (and possibly the last) time.   Maybe next week or the following week…it all depends on the bloom.

Even though,  just to look at the farm, it doesn’t seem there is anything happening right now…

There is…growth and growing and preparing for the time to harvest moving forward…always moving forward.

Unseen activity but extremely busy anyway.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




The Heat Shimmers Across our Land —- Tuesday, August 4, 2020

The heat has risen to over 100* for the last few days, 102*, 103*f (37.77c) sometimes with wind; a hot wind, sometimes not.  Just hot still air. (I am NOT complaining, for I LOVE SUMMER!) 

It’s hard to keep things wet, but so far we are doing okay.

The really bad thing about this weather

Are the wildfires.

Never ever a good thing


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


The Moon, a Thing of Staggering Beauty—Monday, August 3, 2020

Boomer doesn’t always like to go with me anymore

Long walks are now out of the question

Most of the time he will go with me on the four-wheeler, but not always

He always goes with he has company.  He tries very hard to be part of their play

But last evening he wanted to go for a wee walkabout

So we did

Not going far

Just down the lane, past the equipment

Where the moon shown down on us,

A little dog, a little kitty and I

From my world to your heart,