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

First Blooms of the Season–Sunday, March 22, 2015

The apricots are blooming!

Apricot-tree-6All our trees (we only have four) are ancient apricot trees.

Apricot-tree-5The one on the farm road has pink blossoms—it is the only one on the farm to have pink blooms.

Apricot-tree-1The one at our house has white blooms

Apricot-tree-3The other two in the yard of the other house are a cross between pink and white

Apricot-tree-4But the pretties of them all (to me) is the one on the farm road.

Spring has now officially arrived…the Apricots are blooming!

Happy Spring all my friends!  Or Happy Autumn if you are now experiencing the cool down — opposite of our warm up!

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,

Linda

 

 

 

A Doctor Seuss World—Wednesday, October 15, 2014

I always think of Autumn/Fall as a Doctor Seuss World… Not only could he tell the most wonderful stories his art work took us into fanciful worlds of color and delight.

Golden-WorldI always feel we have a rare opportunity to actually step INTO the world of Doctor Seuss when the brilliant colors surround us in October!Suess

The days are so incredibly brilliant; so full of charm and warmth.

We are starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel on the inside of the house, by the end of this week (knock on wood) those things we’ve been working on (moving a door, painting, a few other things) should be done.

If the weather holds we have fences to fix: there are some broken boards —cows like to jump fences, if the other side looks yummy. and electric wire to string before the range cows arrive( sometime after the corn is harvested).

Benita

 

And the furnace—the ever looming furnace problem.  I always feel so sorry for Aunt Benita.  This was her home…it had been she and Harry’s home all their married life. Up until Harry died they had a coal furnace, then after Harry passed she needed something that didn’t require so much work.  Enter the con-artist– he sold her a HUGE office complex unit that was to blow UP to heat the building.  But this man created all sorts of boxes and giant pipe to try to force the UP air DOWN into the existing duct work. Therefore, it never worked.  Ever.  The poor Dear could never get warm.  Eventually she moved in with her brother.  Then we purchased the house.

Then the kids moved into the house and brought with them a Woodsman wood stove, which they used the whole time they were there, which is why we never knew there was a problem with the furnace.  (Benita never told any of us that the furnace didn’t seem to work.)

While we were working at the house, Terry got to looking at the furnace (he used to be a plumber years and years ago) and realized there was a huge problem.  He brought out a friend who is a master plumber and then we knew.

Drink

So now we have a furnace problem to figure out.  The wood stove is still there so we can heat the house while we work, and the kids have heat when they come back each month   —  but we really want to get the furnace corrected—therefore the next huge project looming on the horizon.

Well, I must be off to finish up my painting.

Your friend,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer—The Waiting Begins

Yep, THE waiting begins!

Boo Waiting, not for Fuzzy and I but for MOM and DAD.  They have to wait you see, not Fuzzy and I.  We do lots of waiting as it is:

WaitingWe wait on the four-wheelers LOTS!

Big-SmileWhat Dad and Mom are waiting for is the corn to dry down and the moisture content to get JUST RIGHT so the Corn Harvest can begin!!!

Turning-off-the-head-gateThe last set of the water happened.

Last-waterThe head-gate is now turned off.  Unless everything gets really bone dry before the canal is turned off there won’t be another set of water on the farm until next spring.

FallFall is in the air…the Rabbit Brush is rich and full and lush— the bees are working the flowers heavily!

One-last-timeThe Upper End and the Back Forty just screams AUTUMN!

Evening-and-the-cornFuzzy and I like this time of year.  It’s not so hot it’s hard to breathe and there is lots of stuff to sniff and smell.  The animals are moving around now getting ready for winter.  We like to smell what they are up too.

Just last night a Momma deer ran across the ditch bank road right in front of Dad and Mom and Fuzzy and I!  It was so COOL I had to bay at the deer.

Mom jumped… “Boomer…not in my ear!  You scared me!”  She said and then she laughed and so did I.

Fuzzy thought it was a funny also!

Sitting-in-the-sunBack home we saw Sammy Sam absorbing the heat from the big shed doors.

“Oh, you are back”, he said then turned his head away and closed his eyes.

Oh well, Boomer.   Sammy is just not interested in riding four-wheelers.

Works for me Fuzz!

Hey Fuzz?

Yeah?

Sleepy

What’s with cats?  They sure seem to sleep a lot.

I don’t know, Boomer.  That’s just a cat for you!

Well…THANKFULLY we are NOT CATS, Fuzzy!  The world is waiting and you and I are ready to see it!

MineChuckle, smile! It’s good to be a dog, isn’t it Boomer?

Smiles

It sure is, Fuzzy!  It sure is!

Boomer

 

The Flight of the Monarch Butterfly

Yesterday, about 11:00 a.m. I was outside without my camera, of course.  When I saw Monarch Butterflies (about four) flying very seriously toward the West.  I knew if I ran into the house and got the camera, brought it out, they would be gone so I stayed and watched.

What a gift!!

Monarch_In_May

It is so stunning to imagine the very long flight those four (and all the many others) have undertaken to their home in California . Western American Monarch Butterflies head to California and Eastern American Monarch Butterflies head to Mexico.

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My photos above are taken from the Wikipedia site about the Monarch Butterfly.

Hail-on-corn

Today we are in the beginning of a fast moving cold front and fall storm, complete with flash flood warnings of over-saturation levels causing dry-washes filling up and running.  I doubt very much if we will see the types of flash floods those in the corridor of the state sadly experienced, still it is wise for people to stay away from flash flood prone areas here. Plus snow is predicted for the high mountain places….like Vail, Aspen, Independence Pass, destinations of that nature.

Moonflowers

For the first time ever, in my 30 years of trying to grow them, I have Moon flower blooms!

Moon-of-harvest

The harvest moon was delightful last night!

Maria, the mother of Felipe, has asked if I would like to come to her house and learn how to make her Posole…YES!  I hope to do so very soon!  Maybe next week or the following week. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Harvest-Moon

Welcome to our first day of Autumn!

Linda