Can you see him? A little over the light and into the East more. The sun is starting to lighten the sky.
“A mother is your first friend, your best friend, your forever friend.”— Amit Kalantri
From my world to your heart,
Linda
She wrote: “A small racetrack rainbow for you.”
Isn’t this just the most perfect rainbow? Race car and rainbow!!!
Thank you, Marti! Thank you!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Another fire! Not far from the first one!
Smoke fills the rim of our sky and sometimes the whole sky.
Mom says there are other worse fires out there in the world.
What we all need right now is RAIN!
Without lightning and thunder.
Boo Berry and TLC
When opening my email I saw these wonderful photos—
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From Saudah— “I’m from South Africa, and am thirteen years old
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What a wonderful and very marvelous gift!
Friends from all around this amazing globe we call the world!
Thank you so much, Saudah!
I am very pleased to meet you!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Terry is out cutting the second field of alfalfa, one more to cut after this one. Then we wait for it to dry, so Terry can bale it.
The waning days of Summer are here, at least where we live and farm
There is still time to enjoy the warmth of the day and the cool of the evening.
And August’s full moon, as it scuds through the early morning sky
I love how moonlight feels—a brilliant bright flow of silver
Etched in shadows of corn or tree leaves or branches. Always lovely.
Sometimes covered in clouds,
Sometimes not, there is no heat to the Moon; just a shimmer of silver flooding the earth and everyone on it.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
The huge fires continue to burn…filling the west with weird light, a light that seems to undulate
This is morning light… the light in the east…light from the rising sun…sometimes our very air smells like burning logs,
My mind feels like it can hear the crackling of the fires as it scurries hurriedly over tense land
Every morning the scene is the same the smoke sending an enveloping warning throughout the west
The thick layer never really fades
The sun setting in the west confirms that dark will soon rise up
I am so sorry to be so gloomy
The tangle of fires from way up there where the Redwood Forrests are burning
Clear across the and down through the western part of the United States
Some started by nature
Some so horribly started by humans.
My heart is sore.
My prayer is the God(s) yours, mine, and everyone’s please sends rain, cooler weather, and a return to normal.
Amen,
From my world to your heart,
Linda
(From Pinterest)
Last year’s experimental crop, Hemp, expanded into a modern-day “Gold Rush” for our area.
Massive farms were purchased and planted to hemp. Even people ripped up their yards and put in hemp. Our air smells like skunk. 🙂
We’ve seen two large processing plants also come in.
Now, here is the rub…there are lots and lots of plants with potential to make thousands and thousands of dollars. That is all well and good.
BUT–
(From what we are understanding) To get your hemp processed you have to ‘make an application to have your product processed. And THAT, My Friends, is causing a huge cry of anguish here.
The secret to all crops is to have a market. And, of course for the market to pay you well.
If you have a crop and no market—then all the hype is just a shadowy shape rippling on the wind of speculation.
I saw another sundog glowing in the silver clouds!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YohBENfOgic
So far we are having lots and lots of Hummers. I’m now having to make 1 1/2 gallons of sugar water daily.
I’m NOT complaining. I just love these little things.
I didn’t do a very good job, but hope you can get a feel for these cute tiny birds. Although, I have noticed, in just a short time, the Rufus have left…I suppose it won’t be long now for these little ones to head further on down toward the south.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLVyy8uf7OE
Makes me a little sad, but that’s the way of the summer birds.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
We are still having haze from the fires! Although, and in spite of, yesterday was a lovely fall day.
The leaves are just beginning to turn; some are already falling. Not many, one or two, silently, a slight flicker at the edge of eyesight.
Sunday we had over thirty of these flying little jewels. Flitting here and there, getting in squabbles with each other, dipping and dodging. I go through a gallon of sugar water every day.
After we came in from setting the last of the water, the dappled light from the setting sun, glowing through the haze Terry, Boomer, and I rested before going in.
It was at that moment I realized the sounds of the Hummingbirds had dimmed. Only six little birds were visiting the feeders. The same count this morning. The hummingbird migration has begun.
I would much prefer Fall/Autumn to begin the last of September, not now, not in August. Still it is here…the sunlight this morning caught in the cobwebs heavily dappled in dew. Many of the other spring and summer birds have left…it won’t be long now until the Swallows leave. They seem to be around the last to go. Not always, but close. 
I understand why we measure time—for it is the hope that in doing so it will not leave.
As always your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The last few days have been a flurry of ‘rush’. A hurry, hurry-up, to cram in as much as we possibly can for the two little girls still with us.
Blade has already made the switch to being a Craig Middle School Bulldog…one of his practices had Bronco Great Rick Upchurch, helping with the training. (How cool is THAT!!!?) I looked for Bladen, he is Number 1, but I couldn’t find him amongst the others. 🙂
There was lots and lots of archery practice with Grandpa
Even Tally started to learn.
We had kids over to spend the night, and Linkin went to spend the night with her Best Friend Forever. Tallin went with Aunt Shannon and Jason to trim horses hooves (15 horses…she even got to ride one!!!)
Gradually we had to start packing—the time was coming to an end.
Then Mom-mo arrived ready to pick up her kids, critters and all the stuff that went with them.
After Mom-mom packed the van full of suitcases, bikes, and pillows— the critters loaded–first the Guinea pigs, 
Hank Puff, who actually seemed as sad as Linkin. He even went around giving Fuzzy and Boomer kisses…who would have thought that.
The last to go in was the bunny, Snowball.
A flurry of kisses and hugs then the little girls were loaded. Suddenly Linkin called out…her voice clogged with tears….”I love you! I’ll Miss You! It was never supposed to be this way!” Then we were all crying…huge silent tears.
The van pulled away…little hands waving frantically out the window. We stayed and watched gradually the van became a just a white dot.
Today, as I write this, they are in school. All of them. A good thing. Busy minds heal broken hearts.
Out in my garden I saw the beautiful cheerful California Poppies, that Jan sent to us after our horrible fire three years ago. Bright, cheerful, signs of hope and regrowth.
We are all going to make it…But each of you already know that, many of you have sent words of encouragement and kindness. I promise I will not belabor the fact they have journeyed onto a new adventure. I will send them hope and love and good wishes. I will not cry but look forward to visits!
I, too, will move forward!
Your farm friend,
Linda
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