That takes my breath away
(Bringing in the last load of hay. The lights on the tractor lit up everything perfectly.
And fills my soul with peace!
“They say laughing is one of the best exercises for your heart. So find something to giggle about—it keeps you young!” — Paula Deen
From my world to your heart,
Linda
One of the biggest signs of Summer’s Ending—besides
The changing of the evening light
The subtle but real feeling in the air
More gold in the golden hour of morning or evening
The gradual fading of the trees’ leaves
The flowers blooming less; setting seeds
The crickets chirping loudly each and every night—the grasshoppers in giant-form now
It’s the daily whisper from the birds. “Go! They sing—Go we must—the south is calling and we must go.”
Look to the skies now and watch your feeders. The little summer birds are leaving us. “Goodbye, they call. Goodbye until we meet again.”
“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.”–Helen Keller
From my heart to your heart,
Linda
You can see it in the sky, on the land, and with the deer!
The deer always arrive when the corn is in the silk. Not good, but a fact. They are very hard on the corn—eating only the silks, therefore, killing the cob.
They will stay on the farm now until early March.
(Along with them come the coyotes—nasty things. We will have them until the deer leave)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for your senses to grow sharper”–W.B. Yeats
For a sky filled with
The very bright promise from the Heavens
An invigorating nip of Hope in the air
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Nine
Dad had ‘stuff’ to do in town.
So, Mom, Mindy,
and I hung out in the yard
with the hens. Mom worked.
Mindy and I had ‘stuff’ to do.
Then Mom called me and asked if I wanted to go with her, to take some photos at the Upper End, or maybe the Back Forty, or who knows even over on the Rocky Point.
Or, shudder, Coyote Hill.
Sure, I bayed.
Off we went.
Mom saw Quails and Stewart. Stanley wasn’t anywhere to be found.
I looked for him. But nothing.
There were lots of birds
Even a hawk hunting, or was that a Buzzard?
Neither Mom nor I knew.
We drove around lots. Mom would get off,
then I would get off, then Mom would take photos,
and I would sniff out the news.
Back home again we went.
It was fun.
Just Mom and I.
We were pulling in when we heard Dad coming home
Zoom, zoom,
Home came Dad. We were all home at the same time!
Once more…Mindy didn’t go. Mindy doesn’t know what she misses. 
But Mindy says…That’s Okay.
She says I don’t know what I miss when I am gone!
So, instead of what Mom doesn’t know…
once more it is what Mindy doesn’t know.
“Who cares?” Mindy said as she scampered away.
(From Pinterest)
After lunch, yesterday, in the sun-drenched skies and with the heat making our skins shiny and bright
We loaded up a trailer full of metal to take to Montrose to Rec-Cla Metals to be recycled.
I know I’m sorta, kinda, on the weird side, but I love watching those massive machines; it’s so satisfying seeing them work.
The operators as quick and graceful as ballet dancers, filling the area with numerous hunks of metal— like a constellation falling, scattering on the earth—-
Only in a tidy ending. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I opened my email to find a lovely little note from a wonderous world far, far away from where I live…in the magical land of Sweden
“Hi, Linda!
Here is a beautiful rainbow photographed from my porch – just for you 🙂
How very blessed I am to have such gifts from around the whole wide world!
Thank you, Asta!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Our new field of alfalfa has grown so well Terry decided it was time to cut it.
Normally he wouldn’t cut it until next year, but the rains and the heat and warmth all contrived to help the new little plants grow sturdy and strong.
Our yard and the house smells like fresh mowed hay.
Now we hope and pray the rain stays away until the alfalfa has turned into hay; the hay into bales, and the bales are stacked in the hay yard!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Terry and I spent all day working on the First Year hay field.
The dew was so heavy he wasn’t able to even start baling until 10:00 in the morning, by noon he stopped. Two hours of nice dew…another sign of fall weather.
He hopes to get the rest of the field baled today.
After lunch Tallen and I went out and straighten the crooked and fallen bales so Terry would not have to get off the tractor fix the hay bale get back up on the tractor start again.
By that time of the day it was HOT! But a nice little wind was blowing so the biting flies and mosquitoes were unable to land.
He worked until supper then stopped for a break.
After that the dogs and I went out and gathered the loose hay (sometimes the baler misses chunks) and picked up any broken bales (a broken bale is where one of the strings didn’t tie) and brought those in. By the time we were done it was too dark to continue.
The day was actually a really nice day….I finally got my kitchen and back porch cleaned, the windows and screens in those two rooms washed and the stove and refrigerator sparkling. Sure felt good.
Coming in I noticed how nice the Cannas looked against the firewood. I feel just like a squirrel … everything is starting to come together before the seasons change!
Today I tackle the BATHROOM! In-between the last of the hay field.
Your catching up with ‘stuff’ friend, Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 