Yep,
Off he went,
Right after the water was set in the morning
Two days in a row
One field down…two to go!
HAYING SEASON HAS BEGUN!
🙂 🙂 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We have two fields of alfalfa being irrigated now…one is almost done (tonight) the other one tomorrow night.
Terry has finished leveling one cornfield, and marked it out, then packed the rows
After which, we started water on it last night. This will take several days to have this field wet, but we have begun. After the whole field is wet then it will set for a spell to dry out some. Then we plant.
Of course, there are other fields of corn to go through the 
leveling, marking, irrigation, plant process
And another hayfield. But we are making progress.
Besides helping Terry set tubes, I have been working in my yard. Two days worth of work and three more to go
And I can say—Spring has arrived in my yard!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Here we are, the start of July — a time to me as a time of pleasure-
Next week will be the second cutting of the First field of alfalfa—the air will be full of that indescribable sweetness of green
We’ve been cutting brush…a tiny victory which has no truce—seems there are always ‘brush’ to trim 🙂
The corn is growing and growing—
Terry is standing on top of the ditch bank
the cornfield is lower than the farm road
Summer is such a favorite time of the year, for me
Time of heat, color, and joyful little birds
Moving on through the farm
The pastures are looking good, rich, green, lush
No way can I stand on the ditch like Terry…I would fall in!
Summer, when the sun starts moving back toward winter
But, everything else, myself included
Continues to dream-walk through the warmth, the heat, and the beauty of Summer
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Terry is checking the moisture in the furrows—we want the water to sub over under the top of the soil, deep inside of the furrow
You can see the top of the soil showing wet
It seems simple, doesn’t it? And in theory, it is; in practice, it takes lots of monitoring and paying close attention
Sometimes you can walk out on a dry looking row and suddenly sink right up to your ankles…sigh.
The water running beneath the dam is good…this is the water going to the next field — if the water was coming over the top of the dam we would need to start more tubes
The brilliant rays of sunlight on the furrows, in one of the alfalfa fields
It was so pretty, the glow of the rays, the sparkle of the water, the rich green of the alfalfa plants coming together in a perfect way.
Then when I looked up, in the bluest of blue skies, a sweet little bird flew over-head
The work is hard, still nothing to hide from,
I truly could not ask for more.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
(from Pinterest)
The remnants of Summer freeze-dried right on the trees, with that nasty storm last week. (As you can see the bright gold of Autumn barely started)
The moisture in the corn zipped down to harvest levels. Although our renters have not started harvesting on our place
The alfalfa fields are just starting to show signs of turning brown…it takes alfalfa a long time to lose its green color.
Moon and one star
The chill of winter already upon the land. Methinks we are in for a long, long winter.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The heavy freezes are continuing.
The alfalfa is always slower to react than, say corn, or the leaves on trees.
Gradually, over a long series of heavy freezes, the fields will turn brown, all the juices stored in the roots, slumbering until spring.
Creating a new world, ready for winter long nap.
And now, for a tiny bit of summer life
Yesterday, I captured, on camera, a butterfly/moth exploding into the air as Boomer and I walked by.
I’m finding capturing bugs in flight is very hard to do. (But ever so fun, when I actually get one on camera.)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The sound of the tractor adds to the un-silence of the land.
Terry planted the pinto beans five days ago, and today he is Mormon Creasing the field. By that he is taking taking the top off the row and smoothing out the top of the row so the little plants can work their way through a smaller amount of soil.
He also planted a new alfalfa field, which will make us two fields of alfalfa. Although, the new field won’t be ready until next year. There will be a possible cutting in September, but sometimes he doesn’t cut it; allowing the cows to graze it off instead.
This makes the whole farm in production. Finally. Everything is some form of growth or another.
The irrigation water sparkles and splashing it’s way down each furrow cool and free.
Tomorrow or Wednesday (depending on the weather) it will be time to cut the alfalfa
next to our house. Then the air will be scented with green alfalfa drying into lovely hay.
I will leave all the windows open in the house so the perfume fills our rooms and scents our sleep.
Busy times,
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.”–Rachel Carson
I must confess I have a favorite word…it is a word I don’t use often, nor do I find ways to incorporate it into my conversations…like those common words: COOL, DUDE, YA KNOW…I don’t even sprinkle in this word here and there
but it is a word I think describes how I feel on a daily basis….
The word is Dazzle.
I feel dazzled as sun touches the word’s edge…morning or evening
Or the glittering lights sparkle on the ripples, making the rather muddy irrigation water twinkle like jewels — sending a blessing to all the water touches
Even the run, to check water, in the deep silence of the night brings out the sky drenched with twinkling stars, or moonlight seeping into everything — turning the world to silver
I feel a most profound and deep joy when the horizon is edged with a Rainbow…
Or the color of flowers is captured in a heap of clouds
I must confess I am most blessed…living on this amazing earth, which sails noiselessly between the stars
Dazzled…that pretty much sums up how I feel about life.
From my world to your heart,
Linda