Bright Days—Sunday, June 3, 2018

We’ve planted another alfalfa field.  That will make two fields in our place.  Alfalfa lasts anywhere from three to five years, so the initial cost of buying gold (:) ) pays for itself over time.

We’ve been very hot and very dry here.  I am thinking some of you might have learned about the huge fire at Durango, Colorado. 

Durango, Colorado is about 2 1/2 hours from us.  Over the

San Juan Mountain Range.  Just to the south of us.

Fire is so scary.  And we are so dry.  Although, there is the talk of 50% chance of rain coming in today, which should help.

Today, Terry and I are ‘taking it easy’.  It’s been a hard week, with lots of push and pull and pressure to get the hay sold and loaded and on its way to its new home to feed animals.

Don’t take me wrong.  The selling of the hay (within 24 hours) was amazing and wonderful, and a huge blessing.

Plus I have a waiting list of 10 people who want some of the second cutting of hay and to be put on the list for third.  Many of those people have called back saying it’s some of the best hay they have ever had.  (That’s always nice to hear.  Makes the hard work worthwhile.  So it’s not just the money, but the satisfaction of a product done right!)

And it was our first paycheck for the year!  🙂  Which is always a very good thing.  Spring is such an expensive time, with so much money going out, that the money coming in from the hay sales is very welcome.

We will have two more cuttings of alfalfa this year.  Normally Terry doesn’t cut the new field allowing it to grow and go into the winter to feed the cows which winter here on the farm.  But hay is very short here so he may cut the new field.  Only time will tell.

So, today, we have a wee slow down.  Just the maintenance of the irrigation water, the few things I want to do in the house, and rest.  Being in your 70’s having a wee day of maintaining the status quo is a rather nice thing.

I hope you have a perfect Sunday!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



The Open Heart of my Life—Thursday, July 16, 2015

More-Pink First light—-one would think that the air is silent but it isn’t, not at all.

The are birds calling, water rushing in the canal–

Hay-field10:00 a.m. There is a rich green smell of the alfalfa field as the day heat up.

The birds and the insects are full voice, by this time, and the air dances with life.

Hay-Stack-MountainClouds scuttled over the top of us, causing the sun to highlight Hay Stack Mountain way at the end of Roubioux Canyon.  When Terry and I were young the old-timers would tell that Hay Stack Mountain was scared to the Ute Indians.  And (if) you were to climb to the top there you would see many Indian artifacts.  Neither Terry nor I have ever been on Hay Stack Mountian.  The road is closed to motorized vehicles, one must either walk or ride a horse.

$ Coming home (from a magnificent meal with our daughter and son-in-law who live in Grand Junction, Colorado) we drove in a rainstorm complete with a rainbow.#

Colorado rainstorms can be abrupt and vigorous—the wind blows in black clouds– then they break dropping water in a rush.

WOWQuickly the storm moved toward the north and the east…leaving us with a sky full of vivid color.

Your friend


The Deep Hush—-Wednesday, June 3, 2015

The upper corn field is a pasture away from the headgate. As Terry and I work (last night I shoveled ends and Terry dug the little depressions to hold the siphon tubes and then started the tubes, the night before he shoveled and I dug and started tubes) we can hear the roar and the crashing of the water in the FN Lateral Canal,  as it moves over the little dam and into our headgate, then the turbulent flinging of the water back into the canal heading on toward the Gunnison River, then into the Colorado River.

It’s our own mini-Niagara Falls.

We usually work in companionable silence; the rumbling of the water making casual conversation hard to hear.

SMAfter checking the headgate for trash we drive through the Upper End pasture, around the Fox den area and take the ditch bank road separating the largest corn field from the Alfalfa field to set water in the soon-to-be-planted Pinto Bean field. (Whew!  That was a long sentence!)

By this time the sun has set and twilight fills the land.  I was walking back from the dirt ditch, (counting rows of set water as I went—too many open and the water dries up, not enough open and the cement ditch over-flows—when the full moon started rising.


I am not a ‘good taker’ of moon photos…usually I have the wrong camera with me at the time .  Still I thought…why not.  The full moon in June is called the Strawberry Moon.

Once away from the roar of the headgate the land is growing silent.  Although, night is never truly silent, the sounds take on a deep hush, shhhhhhhhhhhhh, bidding our hearts to be still, step lightly, those who live in the daytime are preparing for sleep.

Here and there the night sounds start, the hoot of a owl, or a cry of a far away fox, the night birds starting to awake, the earth’s breath slowing down to a gentle heartbeat.

It’s easy to stand with Terry, our arms linked, or me resting against his chest his arm around me-both holding a shovel. 🙂

Silently we survey the rushing of the irrigation water down it’s own little furrow. Boomer at our feet, waiting for the word to load up.

The earth calms, our hearts match the beat of the earth’s– peace descends.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Hay Run


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WHAT!  You want me, MOM?


OH!  There you are!   My Boomer!  ♪♫❤♪♫❤

HereCOMING, MOM!!!   ❤⊱彡



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Good Boy, Boomer! Lets go home now!  (Hugs)





A Wee Visit in the Middle —Monday, April 6, 2015

Roger, Charlott, TerryA phone call announced that Terry’s brother and Charlotte were in Telluride, Colorado, and would be coming our way by two or so in the afternoon.  They were traveling from Gilbert, Arizona, back to Birmingham, Alabama taking the scenic route.  🙂

They were here a very short time, but we did enjoy them very much.

Today our lives settle back into our regular routines.  I don’t know about you, but I do so enjoy routines.  I always feel like I get a lot done if I have a system.  Otherwise I feel scattered and pulled.

Terry is making ditches and marking out the alfalfa field.  It was fertilized this morning in the pre-dawn, BEFORE the wind starts blowing this afternoon.  We will start the water in that field either this evening or first thing tomorrow morning.

This afternoon I will be working down at the other house in the yard and up here in my yard.  Sure seems to be lots to do this time of year. (But you know something, I’m loving every minute of it! 🙂 )

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,




October Irrigation — Tuesday, October 28, 2014

October-Irrigation-4We started the irrigation water back up.  The alfalfa field was just too dry to make it through the winter.

1Early morning and every evening is very cold here, although it is warming up some in the afternoon.

Yesterday was horrible with wind and cold and just plain nasty.

Oct-Irrigation-3Boomer thought he was going to freeze to death so I took off one of my jackets so he could warm up.

StormThe storm blew on by and left us with another killing frost—no ice on the running water though.

Oct-IrrigationTerry had the corn tested yesterday one field was 18 and all the others at 19.  We have a long ways to go to get to 14 moisture content.  If this cold stays we might get there in two weeks or so.

Two weeks will give me a nice amount of time…I’m just about done painting INSIDE the house.  I have the trim/cabinets/doors in the kitchen and the ceiling in the Dining Room.  I dread that ceiling as it’s very tall, that is why I keep putting it off.  Still I should be able to get to it either today or tomorrow.  YIPPEE!

Then I can start on the trim outside and the fences.

Once the corn is harvested we will have to work on getting all the fences on the place cow/calf proof so Mr. Davis’ cows can come to the Brown Nursery.  I call our place the Brown Nursery since all the spring’n heifers (first year to calf) calve out on our place.  They were babies here two years ago so they are delighted to arrive back.  Lots of kicking up of heels and running when they first come in—then they wander everywhere checking out to see what has changed.  It takes them about three days to settle down to the place they want to graze first.  I always enjoy having them here.


But first………..there is the house to finish and the trim and fences to fix.  Oh, and the corn to harvest!  (and the irrigation water to change until the ditch is shut off on Saturday).

Your friend,



An Ant-hill Made of Sticks–Update–Western Thatching Ant–September 20, 2014

Way up at the upper end, on the edge of the new alfalfa field, hidden waaaaaaaaaaaay back in the Chico brush live some very, very industrious ants.

Not only do that have a marvelous ant hill, they have painstakingly gathered many, many, many sticks to help hide their home from predators.

Here is the link to understanding what type of ant this is–



These seem to be black and red ants.

Ant-hill-2I have not idea if they sting, what they eat, or anything about them.  Although, I do like to randomly drop by and leave bits of table scraps — treats for the hill, so to speak — we leave them alone.


We happen to think that bugs are just as important to life on earth as, well, plants!


Happy Busy Tuesday!



April 23, 2013

A very cold winter wind is here!


The lovely spring day we had yesterday is just a distant memory now.  A tease of warmth and loveliness.

The wind turned cold last night, waking us up to freeze warnings until tomorrow morning sometime.

The fireplace feels good!

Still the work must go on.


We got word that we just might be able to have 55% water, instead of the 50% so Terry made the decision to go ahead and plant pinto beans.  This will put 70% of our farm into production.  ( I was hoping for alfalfa, but pintos don’t take as much water and their growing season is much shorter.)


We’ve started the water in the established alfalfa field — another field that has an earth ditch and siphon tubes.  This morning when changing the tubes…moving the water on down the field … there was ice along the rows.

Hay-and-boomerAlfalfa at this stage of it’s life can handle some freezing, but newly planted and just starting to pop up alfalfa would be killed.


Today Terry has finished leveling the pinto bean field (putting a slight grade on the land so the water will run ‘down’ the rows and on out to the waste ditch), and started marking out the rows.


(Terry is marking out the bean ground, even as I type)

As soon as we are through the alfalfa field we will start water on the pinto bean field.

I sure hope this last nasty/cold winter wind/storm is the last of winter’s hurrah!  It’s been so cold the snow hasn’t even started to melt in the mountains…which is a blessing and a curse wrapped up as one.

Well, enough of this whine at least it must be snowing somewhere, its just that cold.  And snow means water and water means less worry about drought and less drought is good for everyone.

Stay warm, my friends!  At some point winter really will leave and spring will arrive!  When it does—We all will be ready!


Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Terry is leveling the fields.  He will plant only two fields this year.  These two fields with the alfalfa field will be our crops.


The Uncompahgre Valley Water Users have cut  the amount from 60% to 50% of your allotment.  (Although, we will still have to pay for the 100% allotted to our farm–as does everyone else who farms.  Doesn’t seem right to me, but that is what it is).

If–-IF — there is more water (which we all doubt) by the end of May, he will plant, possibly, some pinto beans.  We just have to wait and see.

We would like to plant more alfalfa, depending on the water,  maybe we will and maybe we won’t.

I guess, Dear Readers, you are in just as much of a quandary as we are.  As my Mother used to say: “Time will tell.”

And so it shall.

Thank you for all of your magic thoughts and your concern…we are moving forward in faith and hope and with a little luck we will make it to harvest!