Life at Ten Months Old—Chapter One, Autumn, Fall, Or Whatever You call It, Friday with TLC Cai-Cai, October 8, 2021

Mom says I’m ten months old now.  Ten Months.

I’ve been with Mom and Dad since I was 6 or 7 weeks old.  That’s a long time. And it’s been a good time.  I’m very glad I have Mom and Dad.

I’m also very glad my human sister found me wandering around in a parking lot in a very big city called Grand Junction. I was really, really, I mean REALLY hungry, scared, and missing my real Mom.

I really don’t know what happened—why I was thrown away at such a tiny, tiny age, but I was.

I used to have Mindy Kit-Cat Brown, but she left. Mom was really sad and upset for a very long time.

Neither Mom and I understand why Mindy had to leave, I wanted to be her friend and everything.  Mom said Mindy decided to go, that she got jealous (whatever that is) and wanted a different life.

I’m sorry.  This is a really nice life.  I would share it with her.

Anyway, back to being 10 Months Old.

WHAT a great time I’ve been having—there are birds to chase, mice to capture and toss in the air, and grasshopper–-GREAT BIG GRASSHOPPERS!  They hop AND fly.

But for some reason…most of the birds are gone, the mice aren’t I still find lots and lots of mice, and a random stiff grasshopper.

Mom says it’s because it’s turning cold outside.

Which brings me too now!

The sun has started taking a LONG time to wake up!  A LONG TIME.

Mom won’t let me go outside until the sun is UP!  She says I have to wait until all the wild cats,

the foxes, and the

coyotes have gone to bed. Then I can go outside and play.

I go outside! The minute she will let me! I RUN out the door and I don’t come back until I get hungry.  And that happens in about an hour or two.

Sometimes Mom and Dad go to town.  If Mom is riding to town with Dad, then I get to GO!  Mom puts my green harness on with the long leash I like to bite and chew on.  Loads me up on her lap and we are OFF!

It’s not my favorite thing to do, but I do rather enjoy it.  I like looking at all the green things out the window, the people at the stores, but I hide when there are loud trucks and such around. I hide by putting my head in Mom’s elbow. Then when the sound is gone, I sit back up and look at everything.

Back home I help Dad and I help Mom, but mostly I look for things to play with.

Play is my work you see.

TLC Cai-Cai

 

It Rained During the Early Morning Hours —- Thursday, October 7, 2021

The early morning rain brought a slightly clearing sky

The hint, just a wee hint, but still a hint

Of a turn coming

It probably won’t be long now until a killing frost arrives.

Until then, we will enjoy perfect early Autumn days

Where even the nasty weeds look attractive. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda 

Blink — Time Moving Forward, Thursday, September 30, 2021

Gosh, here we are the last day of September.

Tomorrow is October.

The shadows in Autumn are just a little bit thicker now

A little bit darker, the light from the sun more brilliant

The air holds a chill much easier

Although, the middle of the day holds a tad touch of Summer

I must confess, the only time of the year, the weeds are sorta kinda pretty.

Blink…time is moving fast.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Quiet Days — the Kind that Leaves No Mark, Tuesday, August 3, 2021

It’s been raining here,

Little showers of delight

Our air, ground, and souls cooling way down

Making a person think it might be Autumn

It makes me feel like Fall

Time racing forward

That summer will be over (too) fast.

Moments racing ahead…

The rain is nice, it’s actually making puddles

Still…over there — just beyond

Is Fall…

Autumn

The cool down, just before

Ah, well…until then

Our days go Quietly forward…

Your friend on a western Colorado farm

Linda

 

Each Passing Year Goes Faster and Faster — Monday, October 12, 2020

My inner-clock runs on the time

Of Spring, Summer, and Fall

A sort of energy level to match those three seasons…

Winter seems to last FOREVER and

goes on and on…a season as long as

Those three added together.

Like one great big long continuous season.

Because of that looming frozen time, I try to make the most of this one

Spending as many moments as possible enjoying the riot of color

And the fact I can still wear flip-flops without socks! 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

The Air Smells Like Falling Leaves—-Thursday, October 25, 2018

Although I love summer best, my heart leaps into my breast with flares of joy for spring and then once more for the bright lovely days of Autumn

Autumn to me is more than a dying time, or a song sorrow, or a lament to the Old Gods

Its a time of remembering—as the leaves fall down on the weary ground and the plants close up for another year

The sky seems to [also] brighten into strong colors even more so than the brilliant summer skies

The air is not full of the smell of green growing things and thirsty soil like it is in Spring

Nor is it full of the spices and floral scents of summer

But it is full of the smell of leaves turning yellow and falling, drifting toward the earth where we mere mortals tread.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

As the Days Cool Down and the Light Shrinks—-Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Autumn has arrived.  You can see it in the fields—the pinto beans are either turning yellow or, as ours are, lying pulled and drying, waiting for the combine.

The land is glittering and bright…as we move closer and closer to winter the trees will turn colors announcing the move from warm into the silvered blanket of cold called winter.

The Canada Geese are back…in droves.

Very early —is this a sign of a hard winter to come?

The little hummingbirds’ numbers are thinning noticeably…I have gone from 2 gallons of sugar water a day to 1/2 gallon every other day.

I will miss these little jewels, but they must leave and hurry.  For the air is thinning and cooling extremely noticeably now.

A large flock of Barn Swallows left our farm yesterday, but the little fledglings and their parents are still here.  Until they are gone I’m holding onto the belief we still have small amounts of summer left. 🙂

Summer work still goes on.  It isn’t time to stop watering the corn; the alfalfa fields must NOT go into winter dry.

Still, change is here, in how the air smells, how the sky feels, and how the earth looks.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Autumn a Type of Contentment—-Sunday, September 17, 2017

We’ve had rain…the days damp and the mornings with a chill

The days warm up nicely.

The pinto bean harvest came to a screeching halt—the bean puller broke…

Then as it got fixed…

The rains came.  Which means Terry will have to go out and lift all the plants up out of the soil, (rains smashes plants) before he can combine the two fields—there is still one to pull and let dry and then combine.

I’ve been canning…pineapple candy peppers and

 

Salsa

Plus we’ve turned off water to the place.  Irrigation is done for the year.  The only thing left now will be picking up the syphon tubes and flushing out the ditches.

Fall galloped in…complete with wild geese flying over us in the wind!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Checkered Light Dances—-August 22, 2017

Daily I watch the trees starting to turn…first a slight lightening of the leaves

The weight of their slumber is like a shooting light upon the lush green of the land.

The morning and evening air is more purple than rose, moving toward the light lavender of winter

Our grandchildren were here for the weekend—one more time before school starts (today).

Linkin, our oldest granddaughter loves to take photos (a wee bit like her grandmother, I think 🙂 )

Capturing this busy little bee covered in pollen

In the dancing light—she generously allowed me to share these with you.  Thank you, Linky!

Summer…gradually it is vanishing…like a ghost flitting through a forgotten graveyard.

The birds on their migratory flights…tell us…Autumn is coming.

Stand with me to welcome in that glorious, wondrous, bright season between Summer and Winter

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

 

 

Summer’s Ghost—-Tuesday, September 20, 2016

bee

The bees are very busy now…flying back to the hives, their bodies covered with pollen; the droning sound they make so much a part of the landscape one must pay attention to hear it.

fushiaThe company of the plants are still soothing to the eyes and the soul

seedsBut the signs are there; spangling the edges, hurrying the plants along, pushing and a nudging–to set seeds — prepare for that long sleep called winter

zinniaThe autumn winds will soon arrive, rustling across the plateau, through the canyons and bursting forth upon our mesa—flinging dry leaves across the land, stripping the trees bare

dotsFor now the rooted silence is a sort of balm to my spirit and to the earth

more-dotsBut the hint of fall is still there….a flicker out the corner of your eye, a tingle at the back your neck

leavesYellow leaves

drift

Float quick and light, reflecting back to the wind, the earth and the sky the soon to be ghost of Summer.

From my world to your heart,

Linda