A Bumble Bee
Four-wheeler
Bird chasing bug (see the bug?)
Zooming Pheasant and Bird flying up fast from being scared
And of course
Horsepower!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Back before winter covered the mountains on three sides of us and blustered itself into the canyons on the western part of our compass (Just last week)
Boomer and took a wee walk-about; camera in-hand (of course 🙂 )
The autumn day was just lovely, warm and full of the excitement of large birds landing on the farm
Mindy went with us to the cross-over pipe playing and romping in the sunlight
But the most exciting capture on my camera was this one of a bumblebee –Yes, I know you can’t really tell it’s a bumblebee, but it is.
I delighted to see it. Someday I will get much better with my camera, taking photos of bugs in flight, but for now—you get to see the beginnings of my learning.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
If I were a poet I would write of the extraordinary
Of friendships, and gentle happiness
And uncommon little peeks into wee bits of life.
If I were a poet.
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Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Come sit with me…let time slow down…
Let the hummingbirds be the only whirlwind
Enjoy (with me) our now fall days…summer is quickly passing
Morning air is crisp if not clear, and the plants have dew drops like rain upon their leaves
The crows are back a sure sign of soon to be harvesting and I heard two owls in the wee morning light today
Moisture is even in the air —above the smoke-filled clouds
Either a slight rainbow or a sundog…cooler weather is coming our way
Terry has stopped the water on the pinto bean field…in one week he will start pulling the beans. In two weeks we harvest.
Still for a short while…sit with me
Let the summer day pass into fall with peace and joy
Quietness and comfort as the day winds down
And the little hummingbirds drink their fill
In that hour between day and night
Just before the sun sets.
From my world to your heart, My Friends,
Linda
The sound of the tractor adds to the un-silence of the land.
Terry planted the pinto beans five days ago, and today he is Mormon Creasing the field. By that he is taking taking the top off the row and smoothing out the top of the row so the little plants can work their way through a smaller amount of soil.
He also planted a new alfalfa field, which will make us two fields of alfalfa. Although, the new field won’t be ready until next year. There will be a possible cutting in September, but sometimes he doesn’t cut it; allowing the cows to graze it off instead.
This makes the whole farm in production. Finally. Everything is some form of growth or another.
The irrigation water sparkles and splashing it’s way down each furrow cool and free.
Tomorrow or Wednesday (depending on the weather) it will be time to cut the alfalfa
next to our house. Then the air will be scented with green alfalfa drying into lovely hay.
I will leave all the windows open in the house so the perfume fills our rooms and scents our sleep.
Busy times,
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda