We Started Getting Ready to Start the Water onto the Farm — Tuesday, April 6, 2021

“Agriculture is the greatest and fundamentally the most important of our industries. Cities are but branches of the tree of National Life, the roots of which go deep into the land. We all flourish or decline with the farmer.”–Bernard Baruch

Terry made the ditches Saturday for the whole farm.

Then we worked on the new section of ditch, which will hold gated pipe.

It took some doing,

But we ‘got’er done’, as my Daddy would have said.

Lots of leveling, lifting, and pushing together.

Whew!  Long day, but it felt good to have everything in place.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Inspiring and Amazing, Swirls of Light —- Monday, April 6, 2020

I’ve been wanting to show you this for sometime

But Friday’s with Boomer came first, then the start of the water on the farm came second

But one-day last week we had rain

Which is an essential part of spring, bringing vitality to all growing things (and mud, but that is a very different story than this one)

What I wanted to share with you is this!

As the sunset, the mist created by the rain was the color of rose

I have never been blessed to see such a sight in all my life

The whole hazy effect was very enchanting.  Even when the rainy mist turned into shadows.

What a joy!  What a blessing!

From my world to your heart,


A Small Solid Word—-Thursday, April 6, 2017

Every season has it’s own set of rules…it’s own ‘way’ of being and doing.  I’m sure this is true, not just on a farm, but for everyone.

Yesterday we hand-worked (or back worked) on the forever and ever amount, of ditches that can NOT be cleaned by the blade or the ditcher.

Terry worked in the lemon colored sunshine, using the shovel to clear last year’s mud and this February’s cow patties.

While I go first with the pitchfork…lifting and stacking the myriad assortment of weed collected in the ditches over the winter.

The pungent odor of dried stems, the faint whiff of dust…all adds to the slide of the pitchfork under the debris, the fling of trash to the other side;  making a little pile to dispose of later.

The fresh gusts of spring-time wind give me a tiny burst of celebration, since the breeze helps move the dried out weeds off my pitchfork helping me move faster.

In the evening I walk Romeo back to his barn–he and I are great friends.  Min-Min Lou and Boomer going with us.

Spring…the word is work!  Small and sturdy.  A passage of the season of winter, where the word is wait.  Summer will be the word Growing, and fall Harvest.

The circle of life– Inevitable. Eternal.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



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,