Magic —- Wednesday, September 9, 2020

Some of my photos

Deserve their very own post

They are so full of beauty

Drama

And

Poetry.

I just had to give them their own space!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Chill Seeps Onto the Farm Each and Every Night Now, Tuesday, September 8, 2020

The morning air is cool almost cold now.

Although, we have been warming up into the 100’s (again) in the afternoons.

I’ve been out-and-about taking photos of the wildlife (if I can find them)

Leaving the little Beeglie at home resting.

The smoke is back —thick (see above) and miserable

So without further ado

I will give you my wee collection

Of the critters

Who, like us, are harvesting and

 

Prepping

For winter

And yes

I do take out treats to feed some of them

But, of course

I don’t feed all of them

The little hummers are leaving us now.

I’m down from 12 feeders to two.

Well, there you have it.

A small collection of fun creatures who share the farm with us.

Yep!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Let It Rain, Let It Snow, Let It Blow—-Monday, September 7, 2020

A load of pine arrived

Just as the sky was turning to crimson.

We only have to head to the mountains for aspen, then we are set for the winter!

Not long now to gather all the firewood

There is a ‘for-real’ chill in the early morning air now.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Eleven, Friday, September 4, 2020

Chapter Eleven

We’ve had a hard week, Mom and I.


Very hard.

I got sick again.

Very sick.

Horribly sick.

Deathly sick.

Mom took me to the vet…the prognosis wasn’t good.

Mom cried and cried and cried.

Then, after giving me all the meds…I seem to be doing better.

It’s my nose again.

Maybe my chest.

Maybe my stomach.

Who knows?

The x-rays didn’t really say.

Mom just couldn’t afford all the blood work and the ultra-sounds and all the other tests.

So, she and I talked about it.

We decided to go with the x-rays and the medication.

The prednisone pumped me up so much I couldn’t sleep.  Spent the whole night panting, and moving up and down, going in and out.

So, no more SPEED for me.

Just the antibiotic for my nose.

Mom and I talked about that also.

 

It all started back up with all the smoke in the area.

Yesterday Mom said:  “Come on, Boomie. You and I need a change of pace.  This panting and huffing and puffing is not good.”

Up I went with her to check the water.

We went at noon and again in the evening.

Honestly, I think I am better today.

I sure hope so.

Mom and I have our fingers and paws crossed.

I trust Mom.

Mom kisses me lots on the nose and tells me to work hard and get well, Boomie.  “We have lots of stuff still to do together.”


I sure love Mom.

(Mom doesn’t really know how things are going to go. Please pray for the best.  The best for Boomie. I will do my best to accept whatever is meant to be.   Thank you, my friends!)

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

Cleaning the Ditch — Thursday, September 3, 2020

It’s that time of year……fall cleaning of the ditch.

Mud builds up coating the sides and the bottom of the cement ditches.

So instead of shoveling. Terry built this cool little water shovel.

The water pushes the shovel along, the mud runs lose in front of the shovel; all we have to do is watch and make sure the shovel doesn’t get lodged on the side.

Then when we are done, there is a breezy ride at the end of a perfect September day.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

And HERE IT IS—-Wednesday, September 2, 2020

The last cutting (3rd) of the second field.

Beautiful, Thick, and Lush.

Now we need sunshine!

Just say’n!

After this is baled and sold we are done for the year!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

I Just Had to Do It —-Tuesday, September 1, 2020

We were working out on the farm

When I decided to

See if I could get any photos

Of those ‘other’ winged creatures

(Bumblebee)

Who share the farm

With us.

Sometimes it seemed the bugs were

Playing and dancing in the air

OOPPS!

RUN!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

During Spare Time—-Monday, August 31, 2020

Take one special oven

At least, if not more, 40 sticks

Heat in the oven, one stick at a time

Place in the form

Let cool.

Load up on the four-wheelers and haul to the ditch banks,

TADA!

You can’t have too many.

That is for sure!

Yep…that is what you do, when, and if, you find yourself with some spare time.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Inchoate Jumble—Sunday, August 30, 2020

Sometimes I don’t know how to write

What it is I want to say to you

The words I need in which to express what I am thinking

Feeling.  The right words.

We had rain, on Saturday

Much needed and very much appreciated

The rain caused the heat to break

Cooling down the sky and the earth

Bringing with it a lushes goodness

Fall is not very Far off now

Although, I have been thinking that for a couple of weeks now

The rain and heavy cloud cover

has made my thoughts and

words feel real

Change is occurring.  My beloved Summer coming to end.  But also the hideous heat.

Changing, tumbling along in so many ways now.

I guess all we can do is ride through them.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda