Most Kind and Generous Folks/People/We Call Friends — Tuesday, April 28, 2020

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“Hello”

“Hi!  This is Glenda, what are you and Terry doing Monday?”

“Larry and I  would like you and Terry to come up EARLY Monday morning and go with us to see the snow before it melts…Spring has sprung on Grand Mesa!”

After finishing all our early morning chores we loaded up and headed to

That amazing world where the old Gods live in those very ancient groves of tall standing trees

Larry and Glenda were most generous to take us to this magical world.

The snow was crisp when we started out, all sparkly and winterish looking

Then by Noon…the lakes started having large water holes opening up where cold water swirled

the snow and ice on the lakes had become mush!

Then home again, home again.

What an amazing, generous, incredible gift we were given: special distancing (of 6 feet and more) staying in compliance with the virus, precious friends, and to see the power of winter sacrificing itself to Spring.

I stand in awe.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

The Days are Warmer Now—The Promise of Summer to Come — Monday, April 27, 2020

Here we are with the fields starting to green up

There is new growth of mid-spring flowers

Freshness to the day and to my yard

The new leaves hazing the sky

With birds ever so busy in the generous sunshine

Their songs, like laughter, their flights like a dance

Little nests being built and plumped up in softness for the new life lifting all our hearts.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Moving Forward —- Sunday, April 26, 2020

We are moving forward here…

Summer is on the horizon…almost here…temps raising to warm, hot and dry

In just weeks it will be time to harvest the first cutting alfalfa turning it into hay

The work goes on…Spring work

is constant and consistent

Terry just finished planting some of the grass fields, (he has alfalfa still to plant and one more field of grass)  and he has all the cornfields planted, but one—and that one will happen on Monday.

And through it all…the irrigation goes on and on and on.

We are a tad busy, as you can see…but, Terry and I agree, It is the very best of life and of living.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday— A Peak into My World, Friday, April 24, 2020

I got trapped in Mom’s flower bed

Well, Not Really

FOOLED YOU!

I also went for a walk with

Boomer and

Mom

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!

Yesterday, I chased off another cat.  Mom saw me.  She told me not to chase that kitty it was Aunt Shannon’s.  Then Mom called out “COOPER! COOPER! Come here! MINDY STOP!”

I didn’t. I chased Cooper all the way to the cross-over ditch!

I AM GOING TO BE THE ONLY CAT HERE!

Oh…just so you know…BOOMER CAN RUN AGAIN!

Well, not perfectly run, but he can HURRY UP WALK and Mom and I think

THAT IS A GOOD THING!

Mindy Kit-Kat Brown

Spreading Green Green Grass (Seed) Here and There —- Thursday, April 23, 2020

(Yes I stop work to snap photos—Terry is used to it 🙂  )

We are planting grass now…yes it is a ‘we’ 🙂

This is where the little seeds come out of the planter…rather neat I think

In the early morning, as the sunlight spilled over the edge of the world, we planted the newly created pasture (from last year)

Then, back down to freshen up the wore out alfalfa field ( adding in grass seed so the cutting becomes a mix of grass and alfalfa) we worked on into the dazzling (calm) sparkly morning the sky full of a few puffy white clouds in the north and east.

Here is a fly for you.  These are hard to capture on camera, the click is often way too slow.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Wee Post about Dams —- Wednesday, April 22, 2020

For those who are interested, and have asked to know more; to understand our irrigation system

This is a wee blog post about the dams…see those straight lines in the cement ditch.  Those are wedge-shaped dams…blocking up the murmuring water so the siphon tubes can be dipped into the water and quickly flung over the side (going downhill) to start sucking out the water and into the fields.

Terry does a complicated sort-of insert on some of the dams (see the one closest to us) half tipped up straight, one side down crooked.  This allows the water to fill up and spill over so the next set of tubes has enough water to siphon.

As you can see we haven’t set the tubes closest to us yet.  We are waiting for the water to fill back up to the ‘wet’ line.  Then we will set the tubes

Here is the very last dam…we are allowing the aggressive water to flow over in a mini-waterfall

so the next field can have enough water we can set tubes in it.  You can see the dam way, way down there.  It will stop the water and start it to back up and start filling up the cement ditch

Once it gets full enough (and before it spills over the side) we will set the siphon tubes. The cornfields require two tubes per furrow, skipping a furrow,

while in the alfalfa we set one tube in each and every furrow

Each furrow must have the top dug out by hand so the tube can set in the perfect little slot and the water rushing and tumbling down the furrows STAYS IN the FURROW it’s supposed to be in.

Here you see the result—goals accomplished—in one of the corn fields. Water making it all the way to end and subbing across so everything is nice and wet.  Once this ground dries out to the proper moisture…Terry will plant corn.

There you have it… a tiny wee blog post about dams (and water, and furrows, and siphon tubes); the heartbeat of farming in the high mountain desert of western Colorado :)!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

Whispering Echoes — Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Grand Mesa lives on the northern side of our farm.  Well, It lives an hour away, but the Dancing beauty of its weather, clouds, and the spreading sunshine is there for us to see every single day of our lives

The opposite in we have those stunning San Juan mountains, framing our siphon tubes in one of the cornfields

Over in the East…just straight across from us are the Paonia Mountains, crowding the horizon and sheltering the sun and the moon until they can rise high enough

Directly opposite on the west side of the farm is that very long Uncompahgre Plateau, full of mesas, knolls, and very secret canyons

Our storms come from Utah over the Uncompahgre Plateau to rain or snow on our farm. (You are looking at the Roubidoux Canyon just a few miles from the edge of our soon-to-be-planted cornfield.

Then there in the North East are the Ragged Mountains…

And in the South Eastern side the Black Canyon (where it is snowing when I took this photo)

And the SawTooth Mountain Range

This is that same storm over the Black Canyon with the SawTooth beside it

All around us..are the whispering echoes of magnificence and the overwhelming beauty of an ancient form of art.  Still alive today.

From My Heart to your world,

Linda

Finally—Monday, April 20, 2020

Although, this isn’t a photo of the Barn Swallows

THEY ARE BACK!  Warmer weather is on its way!

And today….TODAY THERE IS NO OVER-ENTHUSIASTIC WIND!!! YAY!

Although yesterday was a tad bit warmer, it was still cold, but now at this moment it’s warm enough I have two windows on the east side of the house open!

The air is more vibrant the shadows seem gentle, a softening that only warmer weather can bring

Not only are the Barn Swallows back so are the HUMMINGBIRDS and those Boldly colored Bullock’s orioles and the Hooded Orioles!

O! That Wonderous delight of a newly rich Spring day leading on toward warm summer evenings scented by flowers and roses.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

That Awful Phase — What If—Sunday, April 19, 2020

Time…it is something we always, always, always, and forever think we have enough of–

Time, it shows up in lots of ways…like I will do that tomorrow

Or, I’ll get to that, just not right now

Or I know I need to: get that done, go help this person or that person, say a kind word

to this or that person

Then life happens, or a person’s lack of ‘getting it together’ happens

We get lost in our own world, while what we really needed to doing or saying or helping or…

Never gets past that other phase called “Good Intentions”

So, before it is too late, and all that I have left is that thought

What if?!?!?

I want to tell you THANK YOU, for being loyal readers all these years.  Thank you to those who leave chatty comments…whereby everyone gets to know one another.

Thank you for sharing with me that small little burst of yourself.

You make my blogging joyful and lend a warm glow to my day.

Very much from my heart to each of you,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Not Good, Friday, April 17, 2020

Dad came home telling Mom (and Mindy and me) that the very cold, freezing temperatures the last three nights, froze all the little onion plants the onion farmers had up.

Dad also said that the alfalfa is looking mighty sad…too much cold.

Not Good!

Then Mom told Dad that she noticed all the apricots froze and so did the buds of the Pear trees.

And her spring flowers.

Not Good!

It has been so cold at night Mindy and I think it must be February all over again. So, we stay inside all toasty and warm.

Even though we are inside the game camera gets photos of:

Yep.

The Creatures of the Night!

Not Good!

Mom and I still go for a walk at night

(not far, my knee is better, but not really well).  Mom says a short walk is good, a long walk

 

Not Good!

That works for me.  I still get all the news when I get up in the morning, go out after breakfast and CHECK things out.

THAT is GOOD!

Boomer Beaglie Brown