Second Field
First cutting
All rolled, ends cleaned up, and stacked ready for departure to its new home
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
And Here We Are Again—Sunday, June 14, 2020
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Tag Archives: 2020
Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know (Friday, July 12, 2020)
Chapter One
I am feeling, better, better, better! Boy is that sensitive nose of mine a mess. I have to be very careful and NOT go out in the wind.
Or the weeds. Or the grass.
The second I go out in the wind my nose becomes infected. Then I’m sick and I have to take medicine which makes me very, very sleepy.
BUT…
TODAY! I feel GOOD! I feel good enough I am GOING TO DO SOMETHING NO MATTER WHAT MOM SAYS!!!
Now what started all this, you ask. Well,
I was out checking all the news right after my very yummy break-the-long-night-fast of a boiled skinless, boneless chicken thigh.
(Mom is afraid I have developed an allergy to food so she is monitoring EVERYTHING! Although, I do find the REAL boiled chicken thigh very yummy. I can slurp that right down in two gulps.)
So, anyhoo here I am checking out the farmyard…lots of interesting things out here to sniff— when one has a sniffer.
I haven’t had a sniffer since forever!
Sniff, sniff, sniff.
Hummm
What do we have here…?!
Sniff, sniff, snuff
Raccoon. Yes. We have lots of raccoons, I think we are a major highway for raccoons.
Raccoons will kill and eat chickens, you know. That’s why Mom always and forever locks up the two hens each and every night. Locks them up tighter than a drum. Gota keep ‘um safe, ya know.
Yes, raccoon…and WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
WAIT!
WHAT IS THIS!
Not a raccoon.
I don’t think I know this smell.
Sniff, sniff…oooooooooooo, yes, I do. DANGER in the form of QUILLS!
NOT GOOD!
I better let Mom know.
But, wait! I think I had better go check out around the Butler Bins and the farm equipment and the….
I took off trotting out of the farmyard when I heard:
“BOOMER! WHERE ARE YOU?! BOOMER! YOU COME BACK HERE!”
“BOOMER!”
Sigh!
I turned around…shoot.
MOM! THERE YOU ARE! I LOVE YOU, MOM!
I hobbled up to Mom with my tail going in a circle.
“Boomie, you can’t go off on a walk-about anymore. Your back leg doesn’t work, your knee hasn’t really healed from whatever you did to it this winter, you can’t see well, and your hearing is off. I’m sorry Beaglie, your exploring days are over. You have to stay in the yard and close to mom now.”
Mom reached down and gave my ears lots of rubs, pets, strokes, and a big kiss on my nose.
Sigh.
Okay, whatever you say Mom, I thought as I followed her back into the yard, then into the house.
Settling down, I made myself comfortable…I’ll sleep for a spell. BUT I think I still might do a walk-about sometime.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
In the Gnashing Wind and Freezing Air— Thursday, June 11, 2020
It’s been miserable here for the last few days
Monday night was THE WORST. Threatening clouds all around us.
The incredibly hot, dry wind, turned into the incredibly cold nasty wind; wind so hard it slammed into us
The bully wind making it next to impossible to stand on the ditch banks, let alone set flapping dams into the ditches.
The sunlight, meager at best (as you can see —sun obscured by dark threatening clouds)
Then the cold came in…close to freezing Monday night and the threat of colder weather to come.
(The high country got snow…as in Ouray, Grand Mesa…those areas.)
What odd, strange, unusual weather for June.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sometimes I Struggle with Feelings of Dread —- Wednesday, June 10, 2020
I don’t know why I struggle with dread/ or the feeling of impending doom
I really don’t know why.
I even looked it up on the internet and found out that elderly people do struggle with feelings of despair.
Maybe it’s a subtle worry about aging and the future
Or the fact, as a septuagenarian death is looming ever closer,
(Photo by our daughter, Shannon)
Not arriving quickly, but not slowly either
(Photo by our daughter, Shannon)
So I am always rather amazed
Not stunned with amazement
But pleasantly surprised
When I look to the heavens and find residing there gently
Are diamonds….adorning the ether and my eyes—taking away the cheap feeling of impending ruin
All I have to do is Look
There within the white clouds, riding high above the breeze is that ancient symbol of hope, a promise of blessings, and the belief life is truly made up of roses and laugher.
All I have to do is look; give Thanks for what is to come,
All will be what it is supposed to be —- and that, in and of itself is Good.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
The Lure of Quietness —- Tuesday, June 9, 2020
Sometimes, Terry and I
Get just plain
Tired.
The constant,
constantness of keeping the farm up and running
Keeping the yard
In tip-top shape,
Tells us…it’s time to go live a wee bit of a dream
To feel the wind blowing through our hair and the sun-drenching the car
We come home, feeling new-born, rested.
Like the earth after a rainstorm.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
As Evening Descended —- Monday, June 8, 2020
Up there in the soft rippling air
June’s Full Moon
Played chase with silver light and storm-ladened clouds.
On my computer, I opened an email from Kate to see
A lovely rainbow in a rain-soddened sky.
Blessing abound for me and now for you!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Gosh…Time Goes SO Fast—–Sunday, June 7, 2020
Our Blade…
graduated.
My, has time flown? I don’t know if I was ready for all this.
But I know he is excited and ready to become!
Also, David, Blade’s very best friend,
And our ‘other’ grandson
Joined, with Blade, on that new adventure of being young adults.
It makes me want to cry and laugh and clap and weep and ….well, you understand.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
The Adventures of Mindy on Friday—Staying Inside, Friday, June 5, 2020
I HATE staying inside when the air is warm, the evenings nice and the weather just perfect for hunting and chasing and eating MICE!
So…if Mom picks me up and takes me inside, shows me a nice dish of cereal and milk; I turn up my nose and run as fast as I can to the back door.
There I meow LOUDLY until she lets me back outside.
I get lots of pets so I know I don’t want to make Mom and Dad mad, but staying inside when the weather is nice—-
Just does NOT work!
I have so much to do.
Mice to stalk
Mice to grab and kill
Mice to bring to Mom or Dad, while meowing loudly. (I want them to know I am doing a very good job)
Mice to eat. Yummy. (Mom said I can’t show you a photo of me eating mice. She said it wasn’t appropriate for the internet.)
Mice to herk back up and leave for the flies. (Or Mom if she sees it. Mom always goes and gets a shovel and buries the herk…silly Mom.)
Then, with a very full tummy, to climb on the chair and sleep or go out to the tractor shed and sleep on Dad’s 630 John Deere.
BUT——-
When Oreo is out and about….I ALWAYS meow to come in and SLEEP WITH MOM!!!
Mindy the Kit Kat of the family!
As the Stars Wheel Through the Heavens —- Thursday, May 4, 2020
And the moon grows from fat, to thin, then to nothing, and back again to fat
The sun —- our sun–that amazing orb lights up the sky.
The sun’s light thrusts itself upon the earth
Wrapping it’s light/rays/heat all around us
A loving and caring gift providing life.
Always, always speaking to the heart of every living thing upon the earth
Sending showers of sun rays through all the clouds
Taking away feelings of despair and melancholy
Shimmering in the sky
While the seasons turn,
A gift only the sun can give,
After chasing away the moon
The stars
And those fading worrisome dreams
and horrid thoughtsafter long sleepless nights.
Thank Heaven and the God(s) above for the sun and a new day!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sometimes You Just Gotta Do Something Different— Wednesday, June 3, 2020
We went with our daughter and son-in-law to where Cliff and his family have very long ties
Up, up we traveled way up into the Paonia Mountain Range (the Elk Mountain Range) —-(Boomer didn’t get to go)
The road was a steep and marvelous wonder
The views amazing 
and stunning (somewhere over there is Crested Butte)
At, one point along the trail, we looked down upon the West Elk Mine 
Climbing higher and higher and higher 
Until we drove into a lovely meadow, where we had lunch.
It was here Cliff showed us the marker commemorating his late Dad. Many generations of Rezak’s loving, and hunting, and living on this spot.
Then on we rode
All the while through
(This is Ragged Mountain)
extraordinary beauty
Marvelous lush meadows
Delightfully full ponds
Impressive vistas.
At one point we came upon a man-made object—a radio tower! Always a surprise to me, to see something like this in a prestine forest
We drove to snowbanks and through snowbanks
In lots of muddy melting water
In the thickly growing forests of the Standing People
Then down, down, down again, where we could get off and look back and see just where we had been.
It was a lovely day, and much needed as a wee break in work.
Back home again, standing at the edge of our field…I took a photo of the Elk Mountain Range…which I call the Paonia Mountains…
as a reminder of where we were and the beauty we just experienced.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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