A very brilliant rainbow
hovered RIGHT there by us.
Actually, the tail end of TWO rainbows were in the sky— Rainbows in the East
And a sundog in the west!
WOW! We were double blessed!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
So…just what does a farmer do for fun
You load up your Classic Tractor
And you go to a tractor pull; whereby,
He did very well; pulling 76% of his tractor’s weight!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Terry came back from town Friday with a wee little bird stuck to his grill
What a horror! It was still breathing, although, not moving
After removing the tiny sweet little thing, I placed in my horse trough flower bed for safely and (hopefully) healing.
Then, truly not knowing HOW to help the little bird, or even what to do for the little bird, I sent word to the heavens and all those beings with gossamer wings to heal and protect this tiny creature
The first day was spent under the leaves, rustling around; creating little ghostly whispers, whenever I came near.
So far, so good. The wings are starting to be held closer to the body. I haven’t tried to pick the little bird up [yet] incase of internal damage.
When I do I will check it’s little legs and toes.
My prayer is this little one can heal and fly away. Until then I will continue to provide protection, food, and water.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The smoke from all the fires…fires in Utah, two on the Uncompahgre Plateau (which you can’t see right now because of the smoke), the one at Crawford, over at Rifle, three at Meeker, one in Parachute…
Terry said…”Let’s go for a ride!”
Who could turn THAT down? Not me!
Off we went…traveling here and there, then home again.
Later that evening…much later. The smoke thinned somewhat and I saw MARS!
Running in to get my camera I was delighted to actually have a photo of that stunning red planet!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A few days ago, we were invited to Grand Mesa to meet our daughter and son-in-law’s family from Missouri,
We had a great time sitting around the camp, basking in the high mountain sun
Taking short hikes through the wild flowers, in general just resting, visiting, and relaxing.
Our daughter and her fur daughter, Gypsy.
Breaks…makes life ever so better.
Your friend,
Linda
When my brother and I grew up, our parents owned a couple of lakes on Grand Mesa. One was the reservoir attached to the orchard, upon which we lived. Another one was a small natural lake above the reservoir, where spring snow melt collected and then was allowed to feed into the reservoir. This one was privately owned by my Mom and Dad.
Over time, my parents moved from Cedaredge, Colorado to Craig, Colorado…the orchard and the attached reservoir went on to other owners, but the small natural lake stayed under my parents ownership.
Pages turn and then become chapters. The chapters open up new and interesting things and ideas and sometimes lead to scary situations. In 2010 a new chapter started for this little lake.
Soon the small beautiful little lake on Grand Mesa, Colorado had a huge enemy made up of men, who had formed a quasi-governmental group, which bought up water to rent to other people in need of shares of water. Because they had purchased so much water they then needed to have lakes in which to store the water.
Mom and Dad’s little lake fell into their greedy sight, which caused me many nights of lost sleep, my brother and I lots of dollars, to try and save the little lake for our prosperity forever.
It was a long slog and a HUGE up-hill battle. Finally the quasi-government of men threatened ’eminent domain’ to take the tiny little natural lake, full of native and (protected) yellow water lilies, surrounded by a gigantic meadow of (protected) peat.
(After cutting the dam and other damaging things— like removing the sign–they did leave the post.)
They had their lawyer call me and say the next step would be in court. I told them to talk to my lawyer not to me.
Serious this whole thing was.
My brother and I decided we could not fight financially (or in court) anymore. So we deeded the beautiful little natural lake to the Forest Service.
I know it’s gone forever from the family, but it’s safe.
No one can tear up the peat bog, or damage the meadow, or rip out the water lilies.
It’s still a lovely little place.
We go up often, taking the grandchildren so they can see and understand that this little lake is a special little lake.
I go, because I know we fought the good fight and it’s safe for ever more.
Your Friend,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 