The cornfields are turning green
The baby corn is popping up all in a row
The last of the golden sunlight lighting up each seed
The Alfalfa fields are getting close to the first cutting of hay
And the grass/alfalfa hay field is due to be cut anytime now.
We sing daily—Rain, rain go away.
Please.
Just until all the grass hay and the alfalfa hay are stacked in the haystacks, please.
Please!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Blue–my favorite color mixed with Lavender/Purple
The Color of the shadows
The early morning light fills the whole farm in shadows (our house in the distance)
The golden hour mingles shadows onto the buildings
6:00 a.m. Shadows brighten the sunlight bits and pieces
A walk into the shadow is very cooling
Noon day shadows are made up of tree leaves
And great little hidden spots!
Shadows I love how they brighten the earth.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
What a gift! To be handed her diploma by the Principal of the High School—her Dad.
Next Step—-The United States Air Force
Gosh, Linkin—Grandpa and I (and your whole family) are so very proud of you!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
When everything starts to get overwhelming
Yep—a break in the fresh air always helps. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
When we traveled to the Uncompahgre to see the melt—we noticed that the worm fences
Where starting to fall into rack and ruin.
It’s sad to see them go, they are such a part of our farming and ranching history.
But time changes everything—
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Something is going on
We’ve talked about it, but we can’t figure out what
Seems like the work around here has increased
Like into over-drive increase
Mom has the house in a dust, sweep, vacuum, mop, shine, polish MESS
And Dad comes in on the tractor then leaves,
Then heads back out on the four-wheeler
They seem to be in over-drive
Then Mom is outside moving around in all her flowerbeds and mowing the lawn, etc. in a frenzy
It’s been hard to keep up with her.
I can’t keep up either. I heard Mom and Dad talking about something called
Graduation
And party. I heard the word party.
Yeah! Graduation and party here at the farm!
COMPANY!!! I better hide!
I guess I won’t. I’ll help Mom the best I can.
Boo Berry Betty Brown
TLC Cai-Cai Brown
Good Morning!
Off we go—early, early—-everything is planted now
Everything receives its own share of the water
Storm clouds build every afternoon—although, we have only received sprinkles so far.
Tractor work is slowing down but will build up again come haying season
A quick check at noon, to make sure all the siphon tubes are running.
Then as the summer golden hour arrives we head back out for the last set of the day
Finishing up just as the luminous violet turns into night
From our world to your heart,
Linda
A smell like no other!
Lilacs nourish the soul as well as the heart!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
We drove up to the Uncompahgre Plateau
To see the great changes of
Snow turning into Melt and then on to our river (The Gunnison River)
We drove to the top passing huge streams of imperial melted snow heading down, down down
Not only is the melt occurring fast, but the water is also
moving downhill in a huge HUGE rush
The snow is changing
and reverberating into a world of
mud!
And huge muddy ponds
Finally, we made it to the top
At the gravel pit lake, the earth was in a state of hushed concentration called MELT!
Everywhere one looked it was Winter turning to Spring.
Sorta like February turning into March
Patiently. Steadily. Snow into water.
Water into that life-giving force we all use.
Well, there you have it. The Roubioux and Cottonwood Rivers; sources of roaring water—- flowing into the Gunnison River. (Then on to the Colorado River)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Jelly is for each and every one
AHHH—Love is in the air
To dance (and fly) for joy
Learning to share is always important
Taking control is leadership—-just say’n
Yummmm
A great place for courting
Ahhhhh
Spring is in the air!
(Sigh! May the best man win)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 