The Sky is a Dull Silver Gray—Tuesday, October 30, 2018

A storm has blown in streaming moisture and clouds across the heavens

It’s supposed to be a one day visit.  Leaving our area this afternoon sometime on a stiff brisk wind.

Corn harvest waits a tad bit longer.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

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Where We are on the Farm Now—-Monday, October 29, 2018

We still have not started the corn harvest.  Although, Terry is checking the dryness of the corn weekly now.  The last moisture count was 15.3%.  It must be 15 or below to begin.

So we wait.

The days are sharply cooling down…the ground is more leaf-littered each and every day

Last Friday we had the bliss and excitement of a thick marvelous fog

Of which, I had to go walking in.

After all, it’s rare (in our part of the world) to be able to actually walk in a cloud sitting down on the eath. 🙂

It was breathtaking.

The steady flow of water in the canal is turned off today.  It will take a week before it is gone at our farm—for you see the water travels all the way from the Blue Mesa Reservoir, Gunnison, Colorado,  to the Gunnison River at Delta, Colorado…irrigating farms all along the way.

There is a definite snap in the air, causing us to enjoy the evenings with the heat of the wood stove.

Autumn is moving rapidly toward winter now.

BUT—-

O! The excitement —-while out on the farm a flock of bluebirds flew by Boomer and me on their way through (they don’t seem to nest here on our farm) to who knows where–

I capture two of them on camera!  I was elated! Jubliant and Overjoyed to get their photos, even if it was just the back of them as they flew by.

From your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Wrapped in Energy—-Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Although, it’s a ton of work, Terry decided he wanted to fill one of the Butler bins with the remaining corn in the field

So yesterday in the warmth of the afternoon we hauled out the auger

Set it up

Then while he combines I will fill the bin; saving corn to sell at a later date.

BUT WAIT!!!!!!

Our neighbor a mile away, who is a big rancher in the area drove down our lane just as we were about to start filling the bin!

“I sure could use some corn, if you have any extra,” he explained

“We have extra”, Terry replied.

So as luck and the blessings of Heaven everything works out for the both of us.  Our corn has a new home and the rancher’s cows have more feed!

Life is good!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

 

Linda

 

Floating Shadows in the Sky—Monday, November 6, 2017

We still have standing corn.  Several more ton.  There is hope to have it done by Friday.

After that dismal Bronco’s game, Boomer, Mindy and went for a wee walk.  I with my camera, Boomer with his inquisitive nose, and Mindy with her green eyes a-hunting.

Stopping along the corn field I sat quietly watching the swirling birds feasting on the fallen kernels of corn

 Quietly I settled down to wait and watch; my companions moving on to things of their particular interest

The little birds rose and danced on little gusts of vagrant (with corn dust) breezes

Sometimes coming close enough I wondered if I could reach out and touch their shimmering wings….but no…I only watched and snapped photos of their exquisite little dance

Of birds feeding on tattered corn stalks and shattered corn cobs floating before my eyes!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

Weather an Intimate Companion—Tuesday, October 31, 2017

The leaves are falling thick and fast now on sunny days and cloudy days

I got most of them raked off the lawn last night.  I still have more to go around the buildings

As the wind and the clouds re-write the weather the corn harvest goes on.

(This is an old photo of the Elevator taken January 2016…the year the corn never dried down)

The Elevator opens at 6 in the morning and a line is there waiting

The air today sings of rain, but is only damp, with the clouds starting to part and blue skies shinning through.

Terry called and said he was sixth in line…if all goes well, he should be home for lunch!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Marvelous Journey—-Monday, October 30, 2017

“A poet, a weaver of dreams, a man who makes glory from nothing and dazzles you with its making”.— Mary Stewart, The Last Enchantment

I remember I was in the 4th grade when I decided I liked to write down words. AND I liked the words to tell stories.

I grew up in a family of readers…both my grandmothers always read to me…one grandmother would read the newspaper comics to me, the other (a 1st and 3rd Grade Teacher) would read Little Golden Books to my brother and I, PLUS tell wonderful imaginative stories about her childhood in San Angelo, Texas.

Our parents were readers, therefore supplying my brother and I with all the books, comic books and fanciful reading material they could afford.

The Library was our friend!

I got my first camera in the 5th grade. A camera which used film, that had to be developed — took eons to get back and sometimes the photos were so poor they weren’t worth keeping.

As time progressed I finally had the ways and means to put both media’s together, via a blog.

What a joy!

To bring together the photos of clear or cloudy days, small brilliant moons, or violet-rose vaulted skies, or when pink light flooded our farm.

Together with WORDS!  What a marvelous satisfaction.

Then to bring both (writing and photography) these things together in one place to share with you I was finally able to share this shining place Terry and I call home.  Our farm.

A place that rests within our souls and breathes softly on twilight winds.

I thank you, my friends for allowing me to share our lives and the farm with you,

Love,

Linda

 

 

 

Simple Stuff—Monday, October 23, 2017

Terry is down having the corn checked for moisture…we are getting close now.  Soon it will be harvest time, and the completion of this years growing season. We aren’t there just yet….but ever so close.

Our days are growing shorter and shorter, November is fast upon us and the time change from Daylight back to regular time.

So far the days are golden and peaceful. The nights are contented with warm sounds of sap popping as the logs burn in the woodstove; two sleeping cats on Terry, and a Beagle next to me, while I work on a needlepoint project.

The dark of the moon has passed; growing now toward the glittering brightness of the full moon. I love night walks in the moonlight.

A wee pause in the growing season.  Then the last busy push of corn harvest.

But not today…not just yet.

We tarry a little longer.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Through the Calls of the Wild Geese—-Wednesday, November 2016

GeeseThe geese are here…winging their way back to us!  Their shouted hellos add to the cacophony of the combine and the rumble of the grain truckharvestI am actually comforted by all the activity, although (at different points) I find I hold my breath trying to hear the geese through the noise.  When I do so; I also feel the pounding of my heart.

flatListening, listening, for that odd sound, which  means something isn’t right.  Then there it is— a mess of a tire.

tireIt slows harvest down.  A small diversion

usA quick ride into farm yard— get a tire and back out we all go.  Boomer included.

more-smilesThen everything is good to go again.

going-for-a-walkI sometimes think young people believe {we} old folks are a separate form of life.

That’s alright, someday they will be old and will understand…just going about every day’s business —together—is the sunbeam of growing old.

As for myself, I couldn’t ask for more.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Stopped

Corn-Harvest-2015-bDad and Mom are stopped on harvesting the corn.

Stopped!

It snowing!

SNOWING!

But Dad says: “At least we got two fields done! Only one more field to go, we can handle this small wait.”

So we wait.

Smiles

That works for me…toasting my feet by the fire!

Boomer

 

It IS January After All—Thursday, January 7, 2016

Blue-BeagleWe were going to test the corn again today.  By that I mean we would gather three ears of corn from each corn field, keeping them in separate buckets, bring them in and shell the kernels off the cobs into their bucket, then run (each bucket separately) through the corn moisture meter tester.   If the moisture content was low enough, Terry would then take the three buckets down to the elevator and have THEM test each bucket.  (Remember each bucket represents each field).

It doesn’t NOT matter what your moisture tester says, it only matters what their moisture tester says.  They buy and store and sell the corn so they know what they want in their silos.  We have our moisture tester set to match theirs, but we are always erring on the side of caution.  To combine a huge load of corn and have it turned away would be not be a very good thing.

Blue-DadAnyway, that is what we were GOING to do.  But not anymore.

It’s snowing again. Snow is a good thing for January.  Something we have prayed for in the past, enjoyed when it was here, and just plain understood, that is winter after all.

Until this year…until this very strange year when the corn doesn’t dry down in a normal way and is harvested by late November and/or early December.  This year we are eagerly waiting for the snow to dry off (or fall off) the corn shucks; then we go out and hand check the shucks for dryness.   If everything is looking just right we get our buckets set up for the next day…and wake-up to more snow.

So for now we wait.  Even if the corn is dry enough, the shucks are not, maybe next week.  Only time will tell.

As I was hauling in wood to fill the wood stove this morning, Terry was standing at the back door looking out, “Snow,” he mumbles. ” Well, I guess it is January.” Turning around he headed to his spot on the sofa, feet stretched out toward the wood stove; matching Boomer’s four paws toasting on his side of the wood stove.  “I guess we wait some more.”

I guess so.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda