2106 | Life on a Colorado Farm

It’s that time of year…when the cultivator stops and the human weeder takes over (ME)

Early, early morning and after 8 o’clock in the evening out we go…Terry to change the water and Boomer and I to weed the pinto beans. Up and down, up and down, pulling out the cockle burs, the sunflowers, and other nasty things.

I’m making headway. Almost done for the season. The pinto beans are starting to shoot feelers, from that point on if a weed wants to grow, it will get too. I won’t be able to get in there to stop them from developing.

Two more days and I will be done. Two more days. I’m into the count down.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm

Linda

Gradually, day-by-day our world is changing.

Moving ever closer to summer, although still chilled with rain showers and drizzle.

The wind sings loudly causing the wind chime to clash and bang, or the wind moves as only a breath lifting the leaves on the trees in soft little flutters of green.

The day swings into to full force rushing toward it’s own end; the birds actively twittering and wakeful from first light until gloaming.

Each day is filled with activity—so much to do and to get done before the shadows of the night fill the air. The shadows are cold this time of year, but in summer warm and soft.

There is that special time…that moment just before light, or in the gloaming, just before dark; the silence speaks to me. And if I’m very still and just listen the world pauses and takes a breath.