At the End of the Day, Is Peace — Thursday, August 9, 2018

The smoke blew away during the day. Leaving us with soft puffy white clouds.

There were two new fires yesterday…one in Gateway,

And one around Delores, Colorado—adding to smoke coming over the Uncompahgre Plateau

Still, there were moments of the bluer sky and puffer white clouds

Still, there was a rightness in our yard and on the farm

The little hummingbirds buzzed around us as we moved to and fro and in and out

Their movements and chatter a melody.

It’s easy to stop all work and just sit still watching them

Letting time and work slip by like water in the canal

The silence left, after the wind dies down, filled with the buzz

Of tiny wings

And chatter as they vie for places along the feeders

Peace

and tranquility, and calm

Experienced while watching those tiny flying jewels called Hummingbirds.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

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The Movement Continues — Monday, May 28, 2018

Although Terry only cut the alfalfa just a few days ago, the hot sun and the drying winds had the alfalfa turned to hay by yesterday afternoon.

Then at the crack of dawn

In the tranquil brightening of the sunlit sky…

With the dew laying perfectly on the rows of soon-to-be-baled hay….Terry started up the tractor and baler.  Each little leaf still adhering to the stem, folded and compacted, all tied up with twine.

Making perfect bales of hay.

Dew…just the right amount of dew, is the secret to rich, green, protein filled bales of food.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Each Day a Brilliant Victory—Thursday, August, 17, 2017

Each  day we are moving closer and closer to fall…there is a wee nip in the air come first light, enough to make Boomer, Sam and Mindy curl into balls to keep warm. Those silly furry things still want to sleep outside, but soon they will [all] choose the warmed of the house.

It was 51* f here (10.55 c) when we got up this morning.  Very odd for August.  More like September…late September.

Still the view on the farm is green and gentle; the mild air warming up to a soft and lovely warmth.

Terry is baling hay in the lingering dew…too much and the bales will rot, not enough and the leaves fall off the stem, making the hay useless.  So carefully, at just the right time, the dried alfalfa is gathered by the baler and smashed into bales spreading that fresh hay smell throughout the farm.

Then later in the day we—and yes it is a true ‘we’— have been working on laying steel for the extension to the other building.

And I have begun painting the trim on the house. I want to get it done so I can paint some of the lawn furniture.  I also need to go down to the other place and paint the old chicken house.  I’ve been wanting to do that for several years, but can never seem to get the time.  I’m hoping this is the year I can get it done!

Anyway, not much going on here with the crops…changing water the big thing and the consistent work.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Last Cut of the Year—Wednesday, September 14, 2015

Making-balesThey weather held.  What a good thing to have happen.

LoadAlthough the mornings were a tad chilly, and it took awhile for the dew to dry to just the right point.

Boomer's-WorkThe hay crew and Terry got ever last bale in the field stacked and covered.

Monday it started to sprinkle around 9 in the morning, with a weatherperson’s promise of more to come.

Monday morning the irrigation water was started for the last time on the hay field.  Helping it go into the winter in a good way.

Joy on the farm and in farm yard!

Your friend,

Linda

Second Cutting—Tuesday, July 28, 2015

baling-hayAfter studying the weather apps…(we look at four) Thursday Terry said.  I’m going to do it!

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As soon as he got in, from cutting the hay, big black clouds blew in.

“NO!” We both thought.  “PLEASE NO!”

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Lucky I had my fallen star still in my pocket–we were saving it for a rainy day. Today was a perfect time to use it.

It must have worked; the rain never fell, the sun came out, and even the wind showed up– drying the alfalfa into nice rich (dry) hay.

This morning the dew was perfect for baling.  We are on our way.  Second cutting of hay is going to turn out just right.  We have customers waiting…even a man as far away as Lake City, Colorado, is waiting for this batch.  This man has 28 horses and only wants straight alfalfa hay to get his herd through the long cold winters up there.  He comes in with a semi-and loads up.

Our other customers ( horses, cows, sheep and goats) have been calling.  It will be nice to fill their orders.  It is also much appreciated to know we have such loyal and steady customers.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Waiting for Hay—Tuesday, July 21, 2014

Baling-HayWe have one field done.

OutAnother to go.

The gentleman who called and said he wanted to come down on Friday (of last week) to check out the hay for purchase right in the field.

Never showed up.  Hay doesn’t wait.  It gets dry to one point and then starts to become crispy sticks…no hay anymore.

Some people just don’t do what they say they will do. Oh, well, life goes on and so do we.  🙂

So we had to go ahead and bale hay.  We hauled one field last night.  Then probably on Wednesday Terry will get the other field baled so we can haul that evening.

Sun-on-hay

Busy, busy!

Your farm friend,

Linda

Heat! But I’m not Complaining! —- Sunday, July 20, 2014

It’s warm here.  We had 102* yesterday afternoon.  The dogs and Terry languished melting into the house;  laying around in the family room while the swamp cooler cooled them down.

I worked at keeping the yard watered then around four o’clock decided I would just have to wait and start all over again as soon as the temps dropped back down to 98* or so.  The heat did pound right into me as I walked here and there moving hoses.  It was hot enough walking made a person feel like they were moving in slow motion.

Red-OrangeThe day had started with huge promise of being hot and it kept it’s promise.

Moving through the growing corn to set water re-confirmed that we WERE in July.  The biting bugs hovered and dug right in for a lush rich drink of  blood as we moved from one spot to another.

Finally we hopped back onto the four-wheelers and drove through the almost to tassel (but not just yet) corn into the wildly green pasture at the very top of the farm…here the mosquitoes and biting gnats gave way to swarms of more hungry bugs…tiny horse flies, deer flies and giant horse flies, no-see-ums, you name it.  But the air was cool and fresh in the pasture so it made the flies seem endurable.

Yesterday, was also Delta’s summer celebration –Deltarado Days.  We only attended the Parade, the Car Show and the Tractor Pull (I sure you knew we would attend those last two…:) )

Sun-settingBy evening and the last change of the irrigation water we had cooled down to a very nice 88*.  The night cooled even further down with dew setting on around four this morning.

Terry is out baling hay right now.  Although he won’t be out there very long because this day is heating up also.

Normally we don’t really work on Sunday…we treat it as a ‘day of rest’, but now and again somethings must be done…baling the hay when all things come together to create the bale is one of those things.

Thank each of you for your continued friendship across the miles.  Having my internet back is sure nice!

Your farm friend,

Linda

Our Part of the Country

This past week has been busy.  A farming neighbor, two farms away had a farm sale;

They are moving to Las Vegas, Nevada.  

Farm-Sale

The last of the hay was baled and stacked

Baling-Hay

We went to an antique tractor auction

Tractor-Sale

We took Evan and his son (our oldest grandchild) on a train ride

Other-Side-of-the-Train

In between all of this the house and yard work continued, irrigation and cultivating went on, and the SUN came out plus the wind went away.

Beans-and-Sunshine

Ahhh, life is good!