Although some could say there is emptiness in the last part of the day, I feel like the sunset brings all the fragments of the day together with a joyful shout of HAPPINESS!!
Now, onward to rest!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
WE HAVE BEGUN!!!
Well, actually Terry has begun, but it does impact me a slight bit. 🙂
CORN HARVEST!!!
2023!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Last Thursday the heat of the afternoon bore down on us in such a wave of intensity I thought this fall weather had made a huge and dramatic turn back to summer.
Terry was gone for the day, having flew out of Montrose for a meeting in Brighton, Colorado; it was up to Boomer and I to check the irrigation and keep the farm running.
It was late in the afternoon; the gnats and mosquitoes were in swarms of carnivorous activity wherever we walked along the ditch bank—- when I felt the cool down from the swiftly moving clouds.
It started sprinkling just before we got back to the house. Then it started to rain.
Not a bad rain, a gentle rain, a moment of relief from the suffocating heat; enough so the sparrows hung out on the wire taking a bath.
Suddenly the sky turned into hail, the birds, Boomer and I scattering. The blows from the hail and the wind silencing everything and everyone as we hunkered down waiting for the end.
Gradually the noise lessened; the air ringing empty—only the canal talking loudly as the water rushed by.
We got an inch of rain from that storm…a mixed blessing, because of the hail.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
We finally made it through March, well almost made it; we are at the end anyway, just one more day to go.
Mom thought we ought to hop onto the four-wheeler and ride over to see how the fire-burned area is doing.
Most of it is still burned. Nothing really green there yet, but when we got to the hill pasture 
WOW little sprigs of green showing up everywhere.
Mom said she is not surprised about that since the hill pasture is a mixture of grasses; the fire there just took off the dead. (It also jumped the road and ran through the corn field toward the house, and it also jumped into the alfalfa filed that burned right up to Mom-mom and her family’s barns. But I didn’t remind Mom of that, she was still a little sad to see the whole mess.)
We then headed on down to the back forty,and then over to the west field, then the upper end.
Still pretty black!
When we got to the south end Boomer got off and hiked around a bit
while Mom wrote down the fence post count in a little book she was keeping for the insurance guy.
Mom told us dogs that Dad wanted to NOT have to build fences anymore and look at what he has to do now—the whole west side of the place, the ditch company took out the whole north side and the whole east side. He will have lots and lots of fences to fix now. Although, there is a possibility that maybe the west side will be fixed with help.
The Ditch Company will probably NOT do the work on the north and east side so Dad and Mom will get to do those fences.
Building fences are not easy, it isn’t stringing the wire that is hard, and it’s digging the fence post.
Of course, us dogs get to go help. We really enjoy helping out there, we really do!
Almost back home I wanted off. Boomer found some deer tracks and bayed at me to “come smell.”
So Mom helped me off.
We sniffed around for some time. Mom got tired of waiting and went back in. I came back after I checked out all the news out there.
Fuzzy
Life on a Colorado Farm 