The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Chapter Eleven Boo Berry Tells a Story, Friday, August 1, 2025

First, we stopped at Mom’s home.  Guess what!?  It was another hole in the ground.  IN DAD’S WORK SHED!!!  My word.  I can’t imagine Dad is very happy about that!

Then we moved over to the Butler Bin and the augur and the augur thingy — right there UNDER the thingy was his brother’s home.  I was stunned.

“Wow! All of you live right here in the farmyard with all of us!  You are all Brown Squirrels!”

“Hummm, no, we are ground squirrels.  Not Brown Squirrels.”  Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, puzzled.

“No, that is your species, you are our family.  So, you are BROWN.  That’s your last name.  Like now, you know you are Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley BROWN!!!”  I explained.

“OH!!! I SEE!!!”

We are all part of one big family!”

“Yes, you are ours and we are yours!”  I smiled.

“Cool!  Do you want to see Dad’s home?”

“Sure, let’s go!”

Suddenly, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley jumped on my back!

 

I was so startled, I took off running.

When I finally stopped (that squirrel can really hang on, let me tell you), we were way out on the farm by the crossover pipe.

I stopped.

Short.

My breath was gone, my back hurt; I was exhausted.

“YOU DID IT!!!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, screamed as he jumped down. “You brought us right where Dad lives!”

I flopped down on the ground, rolled over to make sure Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley wasn’t still attached to me somehow, and closed my eyes.

“I did what?” I moaned.

“Brought us right to the spot where DAD lives!  Boo Berry, you are one heck of a dog!”

“No, I am on heck of exhausted,” I said, pulling myself up onto all four paws.

“That’s okay, we got here just fine.  And… DAD!”  Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley screamed and ran toward another squirrel sitting outside his hole/home by the drill steel pile.

“Dad! Dad! I’ve brought Boo Berry to meet you.  Dad, Boo Berry, Boo Berry DAD!”  Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley proudly announced.

Dad barely looked at me.  Then looked at Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley. “You do realize that is a dog, Son?” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley proclaimed.

“Oh, yes, Dad!  We are great friends.  I brought her out here to meet you!”

Stanley, Stanley, Stanley looked at me, gave a warning CHIRP, and dove right into his hole.

Humm, so that is where the hole is, I muttered to myself.

“DAD! DAD! COME BACK!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley hollered.  “Boo Berry is a friend!”

AAAAAH I think your Dad doesn’t really like dogs.” I observed.

“Shoot!  Now what?” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley cried in despair.

“Don’t worry!” I petted him on his furry back.  “Let’s just sit here for a moment and rest.  I’m sure we will come up with something.”

I sat down in the shade, put my head between my paws, and ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz

 

 

An Epiphany — Tuesday, August 1, 2023

An epiphany happens with you suddenly have a flash

And enlightenment.

Maybe this wasn’t a true epiphany, but it sure was a huge change to the massive heatwave we’ve been having.

A few little sprinkles occurred while we worked at finishing up the hay field.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Swirling, Spiraling, Snapping the Air —- Monday, August 1, 2022

This is my friendly Red-Winged Blackbird

I fancy he likes to have his photo taken

This is one of the Robin families living by the equipment area

And this one lives in my herb garden

This Starling was trying to get into the hen house and have a snack of chicken food when I snapped this

Oh, yes…I do think you just might like your photo taken. 🙂

Ahhh!  How could I forget?  Yes, you also love your photo taken.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Moments of Beauty — Sunday, August 1, 2021

I still have not seen Mindy

I will keep looking and calling

Watching for her in the special places she loved

My heart whispers to her

I send prayers to the Heavens asking to know; for

Peace to fill my soul, if she has passed over the Rainbow Bridge

Or to somehow understand

If she is just hiding from me

Has she developed kitty dementia?

Has she had a kitty heart attack and died somewhere

and been carried off by a predator?

My voice calls, my heart whispers, and my soul cries.

Sigh,

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Apricots and Raccoons—Thursday, August 1, 2019

I’ve picked and canned all the apricots I could ever need or want

I gave jars of rich lush jam away and

And still, I have apricots!

They are way up there in the top of the tree, where I can’t reach.

the ground is rather dappled with a rich golden glow  🙂

Nightly we have visitors.  Their bright  chitter, chatter wakes us up as they feast on the summer globes of goodness

So I sat up a game camera just so we could see

The exhilaration as the furry creatures feast

This delightful smile says it all!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Weariness — Wednesday, August 1, 2018

I’m tired.  I don’t know why.  I can’t seem to ‘get myself together’

There is always something I need to do or get done or should have been done yesterday

Although, I know I am busy all the time.

I feel like I am standing in one spot spinning my wheels

Everywhere I look there is something I should be doing, although…the should is as far as I seem to get

Part of it is my age…I just don’t get as much done as I used to even as short a time ago as a couple of years.

Terry’s and my day starts early 4:30 or 5:00 at the latest

And it ends at dark.  Sometimes, though, we do just sit outside enjoying the evening light (as you well know.)

And we have been fortunate to have visitors which breaks up the monotony of work

Still, I often wonder where time has gone.

There is still some painting I need to do on the house, the windows need to be washed, dusting and other mundane things to accomplish

Just the thought of all that work makes me…

Well, tired.

Then coming in from the last set of water, passing one of the ditches…Terry and I came across

A little message written in mud: “Hi Grandpa” it says.

Even though still weary…tired to the bone, even…the joy of being this age is immense.

For without the ages Terry and I are; there wouldn’t be those precious grandchildren…who leave little messages in the mud.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

 

One Day Last Week—Tuesday, August 1, 2017

We were heading into town one day last week and came to the stop in the road which takes us to the bypass; thus on into town…

OOPS!  Someone lost a huge straw bale.

Terry says straw is very slick and hard to stay stable on a load….I think this photo agrees with his statement!  🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

We Took a Wee Trip—-Monday, August 1, 2016

Saturday morning around 5:30 we took off with two other jeeping friends for three passes.

The-RoadThe first one started in Basalt, Colorado,

ended in Salida and Buena Vista,

Allie-Bell-Mine

Allie Bell Mine

then we headed up to St. Elmo and on through the passes (two of them)

Heading-to-Gunnisonand finished in Gunnison, Colorado.

We got home at midnight. With water to still change.

Exhausted!

We spent Sunday exhausted.

But we are rested and ready to tackel the week today!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

August 1, 2013

Today is cloudy and cool.  It is 67* right now…with rain showers here and there around us … nice!

Fun

Terry came in this morning and said he found stripped pinto bean pods…a sure sign we will be looking at harvest in a couple of weeks, by the third week of August for sure.

Today is Lammas Day—after Lammas Day the corn ripens as much by night as by day.  Although, I think most of the wheat harvest is done here and in the other states next to or below ours.  I am also sure that the wheat harvest is moving on up into the northern most states.  Maybe it is over for those states also, hummmm.

The last load of hay is leaving today…every bales sold (now) until third cutting.

Boy, is summer flying now.  We still need to get 3 more cords of wood, maybe 5 cords.  We used 7 cords last winter and still ran out.  It sure was a long winter.  Geez, I dread winter.

Sweet-Corn

I got all the corn up that I’m going to put up.  That is always a good feeling.

Off to do my work for the day…it’s so nice outside I don’t think weeding is going to be much of a chore.  All my seeds I planted are blooming now, sure makes me smile.

Have a good one everyone!

Linda

August 1st

Terry’s Dad always said “if the corn is tasseled by August 1st, then the corn will make before frost.