A Gossamer Like Day—Sunday, April 13, 2025

Posted on April 13, 2025 by Dayphoto

The evening was just perfect last night. A slight breeze (enough for a jacket), the sun like gossamer on the earth; tangling upon Boo Berrys’ fur, new alfalfa leaves and in my hair.

Everything is so simple and beautiful! A magical moment that slides by too fast as good things seem to do.

Back home TLC greeted us—he (also) ready to go in from his perfect day. 🙂

Uitwaaien (v.) — To take a break to clear one’s head: To walk in the wind.

Pronunciation—aut-vwl-en (out-vwy-ehn)—Dutch

From my world to our heart,

Linda

Leveling the Corn Ground — Thursday, April 13, 2023

Posted on April 13, 2023 by Dayphoto

Getting closer and closer to marking out these two fields and starting water.

We always pre-irrigate before planting.

Terry lets the ground dry down to perfect moisture for sprouting the seed.

Once we get to that perfect moisture it will be time to plant. Usually around Mother’s Day.

Farming season is moving forward in a most satisfying way.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai on Wednesday —The Back Bone and Life Blood of the Farm, Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Posted on April 13, 2022 by Dayphoto

The backbone of the farm is not Dad—although, he does put lots of backbone into making the farm what it is. Nor is it, Mom. Mom doesn’t make the farm go; she helps Dad make the farm go. Mom says there is a difference.

The backbone isn’t the land, the land IS the farm.

Nor is it the seeds, fertilizer, or crops. Those are extensions OF farming.

The backbone isn’t animals with backbones…we all have backbones, so living breathing things don’t count as the farm’s backbone.

The Back Bone and the Life Blood of the Farm is WATER!

It takes Water to make the farm and it takes water to make the farm grow so for this last series of FARMING—We are going to learn all about water on the farm!

TLC Cai-Cai

Optimistic Hope— Tuesday, April 13, 2021

Posted on April 13, 2021 by Dayphoto

I came upon a crow singing a most unusual song. It was soft and gentle and oh, so sweet.

I sat still for a spell just listening.

Then, over-head, another (tantalizing) crow flew and the spell was broken. Up up and away he/she flew to be with that intriguing, rather intoxicating ‘other’ crow!

What a gift I was given.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Back When the Moon was Full —- A Study in Black and White—Monday, April 13, 2020

Posted on April 13, 2020 by Dayphoto

I love watching the moon come up…

I enjoy the leaps and bounds of the quickly rising globe of silver, devouring dark and twisting shadows in its trailing silver light

I tried to capture the light it’s self, even with editing I couldn’t make it as beautiful as it really is.

The sky, now neither dark or light, but brilliant in a very special way

The silver rays of light

Sprinkled beauty on the earth; on Boomer, Mindy and I.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Each and Every Day –Thursday, April 13, 2017

Posted on April 13, 2017 by Dayphoto

We went through a long spell of chilled nights last week, resulting in the thinning out of the pears and possibly the prunes and plums. Which is alright, as fruit must be thinned to produce large sized fruit.

But the last two evenings and days seem to have moved into a much nicer contrast of warmer temperatures.

We are gradually getting the corn ground wet—Terry wet plants. What that means is he waters everything up first….wet clear through—called subbed over. Then the ground sets for a few days drying out. After it reaches a certain point in dryness he will go in with the planter and plant the corn.

While that field dries out we move the water to another field. The water flows non-stop until harvest now. This field, that field, always moving and changing. (Just so you know the water is never wasted, it flows back into the canal to be taken out by the farm just below us…repeated for several more times until it reaches the Gunnison River. Just has it has been repeated to get to our farm.)

Where the water merges with the Gunnison RIver. The Gunnison river then flows on down to Grand Junction, Colorado, where it meets the great Colorado River then flows on to California.

The early mornings and the last of the day—evening—are still cool enough we wear jackets…the daytime warming up to summer time temps.

All the time, day after day…the work steadily progresses.

But throughout each moment there is amazing beauty…from early morning sun,

to the calmly arriving night; reinforcing Terry’s and my joy of living on the land.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Spring Fever—-Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Posted on April 13, 2016 by Dayphoto

“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. ANd when you’ve got it, you want-oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!”—Mark Twain

We’ve started moving fences; making the ‘farmed’ fields just a little bit bigger. Since we don’t have cows anymore and Mr. Davis’ cows have the run of the whole place Terry decided it was time to enlarge the fields and shrink the pastures.

So in our spare time we’ve been rolling wire and removing posts. It was a lot of work putting in to fences, but not so much taking them down. 🙂

We also have someone coming onto the place and shooting into our hills and into our neighbor’s hills.

Beats me why people have to cut fences and drive onto your place….and shoot! Shooting into the hillsides is really a bad thing.

While changing water the last two evenings we heard rifle shots.. we.headed up to the Rocky Point both nights to see people shooting into our neighbor’s hills right by their yearling calves and shooting into our Sage Brush Hills and our BlackBird Haven.

We headed down to the Flats to see who these people were and to ask them to leave—they saw us and jumped into their truck and took off across another neighbor’s fields. Goodness. The lack of respect astounds me!

To take off like that proves they knew they were NOT supposed to be down there and NOT supposed to be shooting. Sometimes I just don’t get people! Rather sad isn’t it?

😦 😦

I guess spring fever has them, also, but they need to go to a legal shooting range…not on someone else’s property whereby cows, dogs, little children could get hurt!

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,

Linda