Terry is putting in transmission pipes in the mud transmission ditches.
One at a time until we get the whole ditch in pipe and covered up. Sure, will make managing weeds a lot easier.
Farming—-there is always, always something to do.
Yes, there is.
“Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.” —Hal Borland
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We woke up Sunday morning to smoke—huge masses of smoke
The destructive forest fires from Idaho, Wyoming, and Utah smoke had made its way to us.
This is so, so sad! We need rain. Everywhere! And a cooling down. A rain would cool us down.
I pray for rain in this massive struggle to save our forests, homes, and lands.
Humbly I pray,
Linda
We don’t do a 4th cutting of alfalfa or grass. We like to have plants that are tall and full of protein for the cows when they come. (Sometime after we get the corn out)
Also, it provides masses of food for the bees and the butterflies. It was a delightful sound to stand there and just listen.
Foodsmany gifts to all. (Including for me to stand and enjoy).
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Meander outside
Close your eyes
And Listen!
Listen to the leaves, touch the trees, brush your hand on the bushes
Hear the birds
And all the other winged-creatures who share our earth with us.
Learn the colors of the sky—
All colors!
Become one with this gift God(s) have given us called Earth—Mother to us all.
“There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning.”—Louis L’Amour
From my heart to your heart,
Linda
The corn is drying down. Gradually, gradually.
It’s not there yet. One field is starting to show the most signs of drying, but not totally.
So we wait. Waiting is okay. It’s a wee break in farming. 🙂
“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves. We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!” —Humbert Wolfe
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Seven— I Think I Need to Find Mom
I got tired of looking for mice,
And lizards—boy, those are super-fast and fun to catch, or
a squirrel
I got tired.
Just plain old tired
I think I need to figure out where Mom is.
If I butter her up she will pick me up and carry me to the house.
If I can’t find her outside, then I guess I will go to the back door and wait for someone to either come in or go out.
MOM!
MOM! I yeowed
Oh! There you are Mom, purr, purr, rub, rub, purr.
“Oh, TLC my Cai-Cai, do you want Mom to pick you up and take you inside?” Mom reached down and put her hand on me.
Zip!
Up I went. Right onto her arms, so we could walk into the house together.
“Sure, is cloudy out here today,” Mom talked to me as we walked toward the kitchen.
“It would be nice if it were to rain, but no one is holding their breath. The heavy clouds are all over on the Uncompahgre Plateau. I am sure they are getting rain, which is a good thing.”
Then we were at the house.
I wiggled and squirmed until I could jump down and head over to my food bowl.
I am so tired of all this rain talk—Food and a nap. That’s all I want!
Slurp, slurp, yum, chew.
My Daddy always said: “Think! Before you open your mouth!”
I sometimes have trouble with this—as he well knew.
The impulse was there, the thought came into my mind just as swiftly left my mouth.
It’s been a hard lesson to learn.
Think slowly, and talk your thoughts even slower.
I try to practice this concept constantly.
“And all the lives we ever lived
all the lives to be and
are full of trees and changing leaves.”– Virginia Woolf
From my
heart to your world,
Linda
Autumn is a SHOUT of Glory! Even though the darkness is descending earlier and earlier each and every day.
It’s the accumulation of everything and anything: work, growth, seeding and reseeding, heavy blooming. It is the end result. The Harvest of, well, EVERYTHING!!! Even our hard work, even your hard work, we all come to this point.
Rejoice! Sing loud as you go about your days! Sing so everyone you meet can bask in your light!
Love you,
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I wish for all, each and every soul on the face of the earth to feel/see the beauty of the life-force our God(s) have given to us. All one needs to do is to open their eyes and their heart to receive the gift of awareness.
Beauty is everywhere—-we can see it most clearly in the turning of the seasons…the feel in the air, the sounds the birds and bugs make, the color (the stunningly brilliant color) the hum of the earth itself.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
The ordinary is not ordinary. We forget this sometimes. We forget to look at the familiar, we forget to look at the sky, there are colors there we often-times have no name for, we look at the plants, the grasses, each and every speck and pebble on the earth. We often don’t hear the beautiful songs. We often times scorn the sky and the weather forgetting to be inspired by the exquisite realm that can’t be harnest or tamed.
We forget to Honor our World, Our Lives, and Everything that touches us.
I try not to forget; My heart really does feel grateful!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 